You know, I never in my 21 years of living been a bad person. Always did what my parents told me, checked in, didn’t pop pills or do drugs (weed doesn’t count, and if it did I did it probably once or twice a year on really stressed out days), never cursed around or to them out anything, volunteered, helped friends move, helped boyfriends move, etc. But why does my dad hate me? He bitches about if I leave the kitchen a little messy, but I need to go to work. Am I suppose to be late and get bitched out at work and possibly fired? Not going to happen. He barely acknowledges me. It’s like he avoids me. Idk. He refuses to help with things when I ask. He says I’m not an adult. I’ve always done what was needed to be done before I went to have fun. I know people that do cocaine, Molly, oxy, perkz, steal, rob houses, yell at their parents and curse them out, and so much more. I don’t hang around people like that anymore for those reasons. But why does he hate me? I try to talk to my mom about this, but she’s too busy talking on the phone with friends and gives me the “one minute” finger. My brother only calls me names and flicks me off. I only get along with my sister. I can only really talk to her. I don’t feel a connection at all with anyone else. It’s sad. My parents always said that family is suppose to be tight, but it’s not like that anymore. Sigh. It is what it is, I suppose.
I guess it’s my time to enjoy my youth. Go partying, drink more, have sex (probably not, though. My heart still belongs to someone 💘), flirt, just have a good time. I’m done having my heart broken, anyways! I’ve been upset and stressing about everything and everyone that I’m ready to just worry about me. Fuck everyone else! It’s just me, myself and I! This girl isn’t answering to anyone anymore.