Parents
Look, I have problems with my dad, I admit that. I love my mom. It just sucks to think that not a single person in my family, or friends for that matter, ever has any time for me. Everything is more important than me, everything and everyone. Every one of your friends, every one of your stupid vices, and every one of your many problems. Mine sure as hell don't matter.
I'm not doing well in Geometry, so to make it easier, you assume I'm not making an effort. It's never mattered to you that I'm left out by my friends, or that I'm so stressed out that I'm almost crying myself to sleep because I don't know how I'm going to handle it all. It doesn't matter to you that what dad says hurts me too. Not just you. Why does that not matter to you anymore? It used to. Why doesn't it anymore? When did it get to the point that I feel I can tell you just about as much as I tell dad? I used to tell you everything, but now you never want to listen...And people wonder why I want to go away for college.
I know that your tired, I know you want to hang out with friends. But don't make it out like I have friends over all the time that are interfering with family time. YOU NEVER WANT FAMILY TIME!!!! Is it really a wonder that I'm a loner when my own family never wants to be around me? Does it shock you, bitch?!
I may sound mean, but this has been building and building. We talked about this, and I'm trying. It's you that isn't. It's all you.
But hey, don't feel bad. It's not just you, it's everyone I know. Does that make you feel better?