what more do you want from me?
i get good grades
i do my damn chores
i cater to your sons needs
i listen to you
i get you whatever you ask
but clearly it ain’t enough cause it’ll never be enough
i’m gonna be 16 years old and the only remote thing that made me feel like a teen was one fucking sleepover and i got hell for it. i don’t even want my friends here
i hope you prepare yourselves cause i promise you, once i’m 18 i’m not living under your strict rules, the fucking stress, anxiety and almost fucking depression you guys put me under
the more you keep defending your “babyboy,” the more i’m gonna drift away from you and him. eventually not even seeing you both as my younger brother and mother, simply just someone i live with.
i understand that you didn’t want us girls, you just wanted your “babyboy,” but for once in your life, mom. stop sticking up for him and defending him all the time. you’re so oblivious to the shit you let him get away with and it’s frustrating.
tell me if this is a logical reason to get mad and give a whole lecture: you tell my little brother there’s more food in the pan if he gets hungry. he doesn’t hear you, so i tell him that you’re talking to him - in a calm voice - but i’m yelling at him?
these people that are supposed to be my “family,” slowly make me slip into insanity and make me feel so depressed and low nowadays. i’m so done with trying to perfect everything and be that good child. i hate everything and i really need to be saved from this hellhole.
it’s crazy how people become so flippy floppy.
who tf do you wanna be bruh, do you wanna be someone with a backbone and defend yourself or a pussy and apologize and try to make “amends”