My mom and grandpa were fighting again. And nothing gets better by living at my grandparents. They fight every day. And I have soon lived here for 150 days.
Today, as every time, I wanted to scream: "THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO FIGHT ABOUT THAN FOOD. THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THIS HOUSEHOLD AND ALL YOU DO IS ARGUE ABOUT FOOD! There are KIDS that have INSOMNIA or ANXIETY and DEPRESSION.
Yet you fight about food!"
But of course I was to weak to do anything. I'm so petty. I can't do anything to help my sister and I can't take my dads place. I can't help mom and I can't even control my emotions.