And yet again…

Another fight with my dad…a major one…where of course my mother stepped in to join his side…and show me once again that when it comes down to the real thing, shes with him and I can burn in hell for all she cares…yet when I think about it…after rereading my last two entries…how can I obsess myself with my nonexistant relationship with my parents when so many people are going through so much more traumatic experiences…when i’m living somewhere where every breath taken is a miracle and every day without someone being murdered is out of the ordinary and special…and still, after having written that and thinking about it…my nonexistant relationship with my parents depresses me…