I really hate my life sometimes.
I officially hate school. I love my friends at college, the atmosphere, the classes. I hate the school. Part of it was my fault, seeing as I didn't study as well as I should have, but to stop EVERYTHING because of my grades? Sucks. Now I have to take the semester off, stuck at home with my bitch of a mother.
Also, because of all of this, I apparently give her stomach-aches, causing her to go into hysterical fits. ...yeah, right.
So now I'm the problem child. My brother went into the navy for four years, spent six wandering around, then decided to come home. He's been here five years. He's 29.
My sister used to cut herself, and if it wasn't for me, might have died. Of course, mom doesn't know because she's in the NHS, and so can do no wrong, even though after she stopped cutting she turned into the bitch from hell.
Maybe when my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck when I was being born was my mom's body's way of telling her that I should have never been born. I almost died then anyway, maybe things would be easier for my family if I had.
Also, because of all of this, I apparently give her stomach-aches, causing her to go into hysterical fits. ...yeah, right.
So now I'm the problem child. My brother went into the navy for four years, spent six wandering around, then decided to come home. He's been here five years. He's 29.
My sister used to cut herself, and if it wasn't for me, might have died. Of course, mom doesn't know because she's in the NHS, and so can do no wrong, even though after she stopped cutting she turned into the bitch from hell.
Maybe when my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck when I was being born was my mom's body's way of telling her that I should have never been born. I almost died then anyway, maybe things would be easier for my family if I had.