YOU DONT NEED TO READ THIS...I'M JUST VENTING. SORRY.
I'm done.
My mom just likes to yell at me. She wanted to go shopping or whatever and I told her I had homework to do and she started YELLING at me like a maniac. She doesn't understand why I dont like to go out. If she did know why she would probably start yelling at me. She doesn't even listen when I speak. She wants me to be perfect "like she was." Oh please. She is the last person I want to be like. She gets mad if I get an 85 on a test, like sorry I don't think tests define how smart you are. She doesn't get that almost always something goes wrong at school. I'm sorry that numbers confuse me and I only care about English. I'm sorry that all of my teachers hate me because I "distract" everyone else. You know what? I'm done with this BS my mom thinks is parenting. I dont like sports, I don't like being with to many people, I don't like going where there is a risk of people I know being there. Yelling at me, and telling me I'm lazy doesn't do anything. She's just like everyone else. She tells me to shut up when I open my mouth, she hates my friends, and judges everyone. EVERYONE. There are people who have their hair dyed like pink and fun colors at my school, and my mom is always like "That's scary looking." I have so many scars on myself, and my mom yells because she doesnt know what they are. Yes, I cut myself a month or two ago. I haven't done it since, and she yelled at me because I'm clumsy and other scars are from getting burned. She always says "Be careful, youre scaring yourself, it makes you look terrible." It's annoying and because of my family "joking around with me" for the past 7 years of my life....my confidence went down. Majorly. it's their fault. Everything is their fault. They''re controlling and need me to be like everyone else, they tell me, "Stop being weird. Don't strive to be weird" Once again; I'm done with all of this. My parents literally hate my existance and everyone knows it. I've never been so done. My parents get mad if I stay in my room. They get mad if I only like to hang around with certain people. My dad treats me like I'm stupid because I accidentally gave him the wrong adress to my friends house. We make mistakes. We're human.
I'm. So. Done.
~sorry for the vent~
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