My family is pretty dysfunctional, but not as worse as others. That is why i’ve realized that no matter what. I have my brothers, sisters, and parents on my side for support. No matter how much we argue, or how much i want to stick a clarinet down my sister’s throat, or slap my brothers in the face, in the end, i know one of us will always have to man up and talk to each other. We may not apologize directly to each other, but i know we are both sorry for what we did. Can’t always fix the past but you can always make the future better by not making the same mistakes. I know i dont give my full trust to my family, but i know they try to be supportive of me, and thats enough for me. They are actually all ive got (besides my closest friends). We may not say “i love you” or “i miss you” or give each other hugs and kisses but no family is perfect. I know my family loves me, they may not say it, but they do. I know it. If they didn’t why do they let me live a comfortable life while they are breaking their backs by trying put a roof over my head, to have clothes on my back, food on the table, and all the other necessities they provide me.
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Did my brother just seriously ask me to google how penises are made…?
LOL how old is this kid
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