I fucking hate them.
They don’t give a fuck about me. They want me to be another incarnation of my sister, a model student. She didn’t learn jack shit in shool but had a high GPA and got into a competitive school and that’s what matters, isn’t it? Fuck learning.
Unless I bring my math and bio grades up I need to quit TKD? The fuck I do. I know the stuff, I don’t test well. That’s why I have a 93% on my homework and a 97% on my labs in bio and a 100% as my homework grade in math. I’m taking the second hardest math course I can and the hardest bio course that the fucking school offers; I’ve been diagnosed with fucking learning disabilities, and they’re not fucking happy with C’s.
TKD means everything to me and they fucking know that but they hold it over my head to satisfy their own fucking power trip. I need rides once, maybe twice a week, to and from TKD. It’s fifteen minutes there and back. My mom doesn’t fucking work; is that too much to ask?
Right, my rooms not clean. The fuck its not. My desk is messy because I’m in the middle of my homework and if you’d stop bothering me I’d get it done a hell of a lot faster. Yeah, I do work better when things aren’t arranged perfectly because that’s how my mind works, leave me the fuck alone so I CAN work. And no you won’t take my computer back; you didn’t fucking pay for it! I paid for it with my own money, because unlike you I can save money. My grandmother gave me money, I saved it, so no, you didn’t give me the god damned money!
And don’t you fucking DARE threaten to throw out my TKD weapons. Don’t even fucking TOUCH my bo staff. It’s not yours, it was a GIFT from my instructer - someone who actually GIVES A FUCK about me and knows me - when I got my black belt. If you paid some fucking attention once in a while you’d understand why that means so much to me, put it fucking back.
I’m fucking tired of this. I’m seventeen, I have friends who actually care about me and their parents don’t think I’m a fucking waste of blood. Fine, I’ll leave my parents what they gave me and I’ll take what is rightfully mine and I’ll fucking leave. I did it before and made the mistake of coming back but nothings better. I was fucking wrong - what the hell else is new? obviously I can’t do shit right. What the fuck am I thinking, spending my time volunteering instead of studying extra hours so I can get in teh top ten in my class of 400 fucking drones? Sorry, my mistake. I guess I’m what matters somehow, even though I don’t to you.
Fuck them. Aren’t parents supposed to fucking care, or is that just something else I was fucking wrong about? Guess what - if the child is such an amazing fuck-up like i guess I am, it means that the parents did something fucking wrong as well. I hope they burn in hell.