Living in your own house being constantly reminded what a piece of dirt you are, sucks. I hate feeling like an item than a daughter. I feel like i'm a robot that has been programed to fail in my own house. Every moment is like a fight for survival. I was told that god doesn't hand you a deck of cards you can't play.....but i really can't play this hand no more. My mind is getting whiplash from my thoughts, I love her because she's my mother, But I have more hate than love for her. I wonder allot if this is that how "Teenagers hate there parents" thing, But I see my friends argue with there parents, talk to their parents and i see nothing of the sort with my own. I know it must seem like i'm bitching, but i'm just using this as my venting board, cause frankly I know none of you and its easier.
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