Mar 23, 2009 01:03
Evidently the things I like, and find interest in, and enjoy, are the only things in this world that i will not be able to make a living in, so sayith, in not so many words, my mother. Whether that was what she was trying to say or not.
So in the past two weeks I have gotten, blamed for her health issues, ridiculed for how my friends and myself speak and interact with each other, and told that all of the other people of my age are doing things far superior to that of which I am accomplishing.
If I have interest in forensic science, or teaching, or decorating or house construction, you need to decide on something and follow it. However my love of writing, and my creative mind, and my interests in voice acting and games and anime and comics, will yeild me no future but death and despair and you know the rest.
I am so flipping sick of everything i enjoy not being good enough, im sick of everything thing I do not being good enough, ya know what I am sorry to high heaven that I am evidently the worst son since the dawn of time, I am so sorry that I cannot live up to the expectations of little miss perfect I've never done anything wrong in my damn life fucking miss straight A queen of the make herself look goods. For the love of god, I am so sick of living under her 2 million foot shadow. "I did this" "I was that" "When I was your age".... YADDA YADDA YADDA! Its so damn tiresome i could spit.
sorry for the rant i just couldnt take it. And here i was hoping to write some tonight.... yeah... good luck on that one.