Oh my goodness.
You know, sometimes I'm forced to wonder if it would be best for my mental health if I just cut off all ties with my immediate family. My mother in particular, although my dad hasn't been so great recently either. I'm not too fussed about my brothers, although I do think that they're very ignorant and bigoted most of the time.
I don't know what I do wrong. In comparison, I'm the "good kid." I've never been arrested, and I've had detention maybe once in my life (until I got to Notre Dame, which has an honor code instead of a demerit system). I like to think that I'm a good person. I try to treat others the way I'd like to be treated, I try to be polite, to be generous, to be kind...and then I speak to my mother and she makes me feel like I'm the worst person in the world. I know this isn't true. Actions speak louder than words, as she is constantly telling me, and according to her actions, I am a arrogant, mean-spirited worm who has no respect or love for her family. Gee, Mom, did you ever think that if you weren't forever berating and yelling at me, I would be a little more inclined to spend time with my family? DID THAT EVER OCCUR TO YOU?
All right. I'm just venting. I'm back at school and in preseason for cross-country. Today was the first day, and I hurt my ankle (two weeks ago, but I told the trainers that I did it today). I have to do the afternoon practice on the stationary bike. I should head over there now, since it'll take me twice as long to get there.
Farewell, all.
I don't know what I do wrong. In comparison, I'm the "good kid." I've never been arrested, and I've had detention maybe once in my life (until I got to Notre Dame, which has an honor code instead of a demerit system). I like to think that I'm a good person. I try to treat others the way I'd like to be treated, I try to be polite, to be generous, to be kind...and then I speak to my mother and she makes me feel like I'm the worst person in the world. I know this isn't true. Actions speak louder than words, as she is constantly telling me, and according to her actions, I am a arrogant, mean-spirited worm who has no respect or love for her family. Gee, Mom, did you ever think that if you weren't forever berating and yelling at me, I would be a little more inclined to spend time with my family? DID THAT EVER OCCUR TO YOU?
All right. I'm just venting. I'm back at school and in preseason for cross-country. Today was the first day, and I hurt my ankle (two weeks ago, but I told the trainers that I did it today). I have to do the afternoon practice on the stationary bike. I should head over there now, since it'll take me twice as long to get there.
Farewell, all.