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Okay, I'm quite fed up with this! I hate how they think because they're my "adults" and "parental" figures, that they can just take on over. No friends, no boyfriend, no life! It's all about money and grades, money and grades. We don't care who you are as a person, it's all money and grades. But now my dad is soo afraid that if I do get a job, that my grades will slack. So what room does he have to talk?
Omg, this year I'm practically making straight A's and he tells me that I can do better. Whenever Riley gets a D he doesn't yell at him like he does me! He tempts me with money, but omg... Money is one of the LEAST things I frikkin' care about!
And then we have driving... I'm going in to get my permit tomorrow for the SECOND time. Okay, he tells me I better not even think of failing. He didn't even take me out to drive in the first place. How is this going to work? And than the only reason that he wants me to drive is so that I can drive myself and Riley to school. No, hey... If you pass you'll have more freedom. You'll be able to go out more. None of that. It's all... Hey, if you get your permit you're going to drive you and your brother to school. Oh, and you can get a job and drive yourself there to! You think you'll get freedom, but you better think again. ~ He's actually said that to me! How crap is that?
Than today I come home without homework. I never have homework and I never study, but I'm getting straight A's remember? Well, I come home and get yelled at for not studying and than they make ME do Riley's homework! He had to make a poem out of 5 science words. "Nobody here knows how to do that. But you do... You're the artistic one of the family." Pffft! You know how long it's been since I wrote a poem? And my poems always SUCKED! And he didn't care for my poetry ever. Now he's practically begging me to do Riley's homework. It isn't my homework!
Than Karen in the car. She told me that she got my school pictures today. I was like, oh... That's good. Thinking, well I'm glad I don't have to go pick them up. Than she was like, "Oh yea, they're terrible." And that's all she sad to me. She told me I had a horrible smile and my hair was messed up! Omg! Do these people know how to encourage me or what?
So, I'm stupid, ugly, nonproductive, lazy, don't care about my family... Hmm what else to make me a bad person. Oh yea, I'm not trustworthy! I'm sooo sick of how the people in this house treat me! They make me out to be such a horrible person, and than beg me to help them whenever they're to FRIKKIN' STUPID to do it themselves! OMG I JUST WANT TO SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 MarionetteOfShadows · Mon Sep 21, 2009 @ 09:07pm · 0 Comments |
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