I’m not a normal kid. I never had a normal life. The things I see on tv are just to unrealistic. People don’t have those perfect lives, perfect places, perfect things, perfect family, or perfect moments. Most of all, people can’t resolve things easily. Why can’t she understand that this is a different era? Different place? Different people. I am who I am. I don’t want to go under your wing anymore. I don’t want you to pick out every damn fucking thing in my life. I don’t want you to act like I’m the stupidest shit ever. Because I’m not. I’m the best there is. The best that I will ever be. She can’t accept that. She never will, never can. My best is never fucking good enough. I can’t get into that fucking school. No one fucking can. No matter what I do, it’s never enough. I’m on my fucking knees, having everything I do weigh on me. It hurts to do all the shit, it hurts that she never notices what I give up, what i do. I do EVERYTHING and absolutely fucking everything for her. It hurts. It hurts. I cry in the bathroom almost every night. I can’t take her shit anymore. She fucking irritates me to the extent where I just want to pack my stuff and run away. She always says that people talk shit about me. Who fucking cares. WHO FUCKING CARES. Why should I give a shit about people who don’t even KNOW me. I should prove them wrong. I have ALWAYS proved them wrong. Just because I went to private school, doesn’t mean im this tidy, snotty prick that thinks she’s the shit. No. I’m not as different as everyone else. Actuallly, I get the worse end of the stick. Private school sucks. Having uptight parents suck. Having to juggle clubs, student council, and school work sucks. I don’t have to prove anything to them. I haven’t done shitty things. I never done drugs, I don’t drink, I don’t have sex. Therefore I’m clean. What else do I have to prove? Going to some shitty high class college doesn’t do fucking crap. What I make of the education I get makes up everything. Get that in you’re fucking brain mom. The era that kids live in now is different. If you were my age, you would hate how you were treating me too.
