Time to Read it and Weep,
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(Source: biebergomezcy, via lifewithpaige)
it doesn’t matter what I do, or what I say. I ruin everything.
I can’t ever say anything right or stay in a fantastic mood. No matter what I always find the negative, I hate it. I cannot stay confident, perfect, or happy because it’s literally impossible for me.
Clearly I do not want to live here. I am done with our fights, and all this bullshit that shouldn’t be happening. You want to call me rude and selfish when you had an affair on my dad? Yeah your fucking classy. I don’t care if you gave me life, you brought me to your hell household. What sucks the most? No one ever seems to see your true colours because you are a CHAMP at hiding shit. My friends think your awesome because your a fucking KISS ASS in public. I am done, you can’t hide for long. You cannot blame me for hating you, and being unhappy whenever I come here. Done. D O N E .
FYI I didn’t skip today, in fact I was in every fucking class on time and yet you still find a way to blame me for it. When I stand up for myself? I am fucking selfish, but yet your allowed to be everything I try to be right? You’re allowed to be every fucking thing you want as long as YOU’RE ok with it. Well guess what? I don’t have to live in your fucking household for long, as far as I am concerned I could be out of here in one month, and never see your sorry face again.
I know you should respect your parents, and trust me, I love my dad and would never raise a finger to his judgement. But you? Your a bitch, and you won’t own up to it. Why do you think your own son left to live with his own stepdad? Is that not enough of a clue that you are a horrible parent? The only reason you have children is because your condom breaks. As far as I am concerned, your a bitch. You think you are some hotshot parent but really your a dumbass. I hope I never turn out like you, and even my own father says that if I turn out like you I will live a horrible unhappy life. Too bad I am stuck in this fucking hell till I can drive.
I am done with you, with your fucking dumbass husband who will never even amount to my father, and most of all, I am done with crying over your fucking “parenting”. Don’t yell in my face, don’t tell me all these bad things about me, cause guess what I am not fucking perfect. And FYI if you ever call me selfish, I will have to say something. Look in the mirror mom, tell me how your NOT selfish.
When I am gone, out of this place, it won’t be me who is crying. It will be you, because you let your second and LAST child actually walk out of your life because of how you are.
