Miserable Life At Its Best

"Nothing will last forever. Sadness nor happiness. Everything will soon come to an end. Just follow what your mind tells you to, live life the fullest when you have the chance to. Ignore those people who keeps bringing you down. If they do, they win, and you'll feel depressed because you aren't that strong to win for yourself."




I never wanted to have a life like this. I never did. Everyone else seems to have a good life, while I'm here suffering. Why can't I just live happily like others? Why is He being so unfair to me?

    I'm the oldest in the family. I have three younger brothers to take care of. Its hard for a girl to handle her brothers all by herself. Mom passed away when I was five. My little brothers were only four, two, and six months old. People thinks that I still have my dad around, things are going to be fine. Dad sent us to the village, where me and my two brothers stayed with my grandma while my oldest brother is still living with dad. I don't know why he separated us, but life in the village is much more better than in the city. I get to enjoy growing up even though my grandma had to work hard to feed us. But not for long, dad got married several years later, to a lady that wasn't so nice to us. She's very mean, a wicked stepmother they call it in those movies. Soon dad brought us back to the city. We live in a small apartment but our family isn't that poor unlike staying in the village but me and my brothers are treated so badly. My stepmother won't let my dad to spend money on us, and the funny part is that my dad actually listened to her instead of caring for our needs. We had to go to school using the same uniform for a few years. My uniform was worn out, my shoes can already be disposed but yet we had to, just because dad is listening to the devil inside the house. I was ashamed, going to school with these kind of look. To me, it is better for me to live in the village although we had to light up candles at night, take a bath from the well at dawn, walk for miles to reach the school. But at least I don't feel so poor and I don't go to school with worn out uniforms. Life is so miserable; losing a mother at a young age, having a father who ignores his responsibility towards his family, what more can come to worse?

   As I finished my high school, I thought all of these problems will come to an end. But sadly I was wrong. I tried getting a job while waiting for the right time to continue my studies. Then I got a job, working as a cashier at the mall. I was paid for only few hundred, but to me it is a large amount of money as I didn't get to taste the sweetness of luxury before. I wake up before the birds starts singing everyday, to catch the very first bus to work. And I had to rush back right after working hours, to catch the last bus home. I missed the bus for a couple of times because being cashier is really hard that you need to stay at work for a few to count the money and all. And when I missed the bus, thats when I have to walk for quite a distance back home, alone, only accompanied by the sound of crickets. I really hope that dad could actually send me to work and fetch me back home, but that didn't even happened, not even once. I reached home quite late one day, because I missed the bus again and dad starts nagging and yelling at me. He thought that I didn't went for work but hanged out with friends instead. Then, he would knock my head against the wall, beats me up, abuse me both physically and mentally, basically. I am a grown up yet dad still hits me, a petite girl, compared to his big sized body. I am very honest at living my life, I do what ever I could to support myself, to feed myself, and my very own father is not trusting me and he treats me like I am nothing. How can he be so heartless? To his very own daughter?
 
  
   -- THIS ISNT THE END. IM SLEEPY BUT I'LL POST THE REST SOON--