My mom needs to get her life together.
I am gonna be like "I don't want to see or hear from you until you get your life together."
If she really cared for me, she would have her life together.
It's her reason I have to live with my dad.
It's been a neverending situation.
There's always an excuse for everything, and she never can take the blame.
She never tries to do anything, and only mooches.
My dad expects me to be this sculpted child and doesn't know anything about me.
Nothing seems to be good enough for anyone in the family, and I get complained at for how negative I am or such.
I'm not even all that negative.
I get accused that I do drugs because I am always evaporated in thought.
I can't help being lost of thought or enveloped in it.
My thoughts belong to me, I don't have to share them with anyone.
I'd be considered messed up or such. I believe what I want. I am sorry for this.
If I am not good enough for you, then don't talk to me. I don't want your bullshit.
If I shared any of my thoughts I would still be an outcast.
You can speak to me how you want.
Being your friend I am here for you.
I keep everything to myself.
My problems belong to me, if I need help I will ask for it.
Just because I am young doesn't mean I am not smarter or more grown up than you.
By the way the stuff you do fucks up my life, I know not to make the same mistakes.
I am not smart. I think I am, but I know nothing. Chances are you know nothing too.