It
really bothers me how..
I dont call my
" dad " dad . I call him by his name. We have awkward
conversations but he makes me laugh allll the time . I see him
with my step siblings and how they have a full family and
i will never know the feeling of that. My little sister gets
all the attention. I used to have my own room . And it was
painted the way i wanted it .. until my sister was born . Then
i moved into the guest room and i couldnt even call my own.
Then my little brother was born and taylor moved outta my old
room into the guest room . And everything changed . ! I no
longer had any room . The guest room became her room and it was
panted pink . We tried calling it our room but then it changed
to " her " room and i had a littlee bed on the floor
until my little brother turned 2 and switched his crib for a
bed . They used my little bed for his and i found myself
sleeping on the floor or on the edge of Taylors bed . I broke
down crying when my cousins said that i didnt really live there
. And me & my sister started fighting over covers . I was
in the bathroom crying my eyes out when my dad was playing with
them . I love them all to death but i just wish things turned
out differently. I wish i could say hi daddy , but i cant . I
was happy to return to my moms house .. where i have a place to
call my own . Maybe one day i'll have the guts to telll my
dad that i want my own room and for it to be called
Asia's room . Not taylor or Coles . But Asia .
