Misery

I'm miserable and no one understands, except my mother. My Dad is completely frustrated because of his unemployment status staying the same for the whole summer. It's like the Braves sent out letters all over Georgia saying "If this man asks for an interview, reject him!" like it's a joke just for the #@%$ of it. My little sister, bless her little heart and soul, is lucky because only time she has to cry is when she is hungry, sleepy, crabby, or hurt. I hate emotions. I wish I was born without them, or I could get rid of them when most conveint. My summer was $#@%. I didn't do anything because we have been living on the edge for the whole summer. So that means any money we get goes to important needs. I can't talk to anyone anymore because everyone will just yell at me about how everyone is trying their best. I feel like I'm going to turn into one of those teenagers who works on the weekends, does school on the weekdays, and has no fun at all( not to mention I wouldn't be able to vent). I wish that both my parents were working and were off on weekends and holidays. In fact, you know what, why wish for anything when you know it's not going to happen? When it's been happening too long for comfort and all hope has been erased. What's the point of wanting anything if you know you can't have it? If you know that you have reached your limit of simple luck in life, then why bother? I mean there are want things that I want, but I just can't get them.