Oh the sadness...
To be honest, being home is more stressful than anything else…
My mom is, quite bluntly, too strict. I will never be good enough, but she switches it to make me look like the bitch. I’m 19 years old and I want to go to Homecoming this weekend and visit my friends… she said “no” at first… I’m 19 years old.
Basically I have more stress put on me when I’m around my mother than anything else. She won’t leave me alone about anything I do. Nothing I do is good for her.
“Samantha, why don’t you paint or draw to pass the time?”
“I hate painting and drawing…”
“I didn’t know that… I thought you loved it.”
Funny, I stopped painting and drawing my Junior year of high school and haven’t painted or drew since.
Jeff makes this stress go away.
I want Jeff to be here…
I miss him.
Then she told me to “be positive”. How can I be positive when I’m getting worse, no one knows what’s wrong, and I want to go back to school? I want to PLAY!!!! That is all I want…. Why does everything I love to do be taken away from me?