My venting station
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Thread Topic: My venting station
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Why do my parents hate me? Is it because im the third child? Is it because I got only 92% on my test? Anyways, ever since I was a little I had a problem: I could never say what I wanted. It was because every time I asked for something, my parents would critisize me and give a long speech with all the disadvantages the thing I wanted had, and at the end they would tell me that they wouldnt get for me. When I was around 5 or 6 I wanted a toy for Chirstmas. Even then I had this problem, so I never told my parents that I wanted it. Then one day my family was at a store where that toy was sold. I told my sister that I wanted it, and she went to tattle that to my parents. They came into that aisle of the store and saw what I wanted. Just as I had expected, they critisized my choice and gave me the speech. Another time was when me and my mom were at a shoe store. She promised me that since we were picking out shoes for me that I could choose them, but she never kept that promise, she went around the store choosing shoes for me that were really uncomfortale and ugly. Then I saw a pair of shoes I wanted so my mom told me to show them. I hesatated for really long ut finally showed them to my mom. And again just as I had expected, she critisized my choice and said the speech. For many years shes been doing that and now if I ever want something, I keep my mouth shut. My parents say that if I want something for my birthday, I can have it. In March on my sisters birthday she got the Ipod she asked for for like $300. I thought that maybe I could could break my rule about keeping my mouth shut just for my B-day. Bad choice. When I asked my parents for a photo camera that I had wanted for 3 years, they promised that they'll get it for me. One rule about my parents is to never trust them. Its been nearly 7 months since my birthday and I still haven't recieved my photo camera.
And to top off all of my problems, here is how I eat:
Breakfast(even on weekends) - a cup of coffee
Lunch - a fruit or two
Dinner - Cereal(I get a real dinner once a month though)
Desert - In my dreams(Literary)!
Result: I weigh 20 pounds less than my classmates.
I'm not even allowed to stand in the kitchen or wear a coat inside.
This is what my life is like. -
I feel bad for you, I'll tell you what happens to me, in the morning I get up and when its a school day I get up somewhere after 6:00( I make myself do it so I have computer time) I get my teeth brushed, and get dressed, and all that, then I eat breakfast( sometimes waffles, other times, different stuff) then I get my backpack and go in my mothers car and wait in till my school van comes then the van driver drives me to school and then I get to school and do a lot of different things then go home and maybe have a snack and then I do homework, then I go on the computer
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and my mother might even make me a costume for halloween( or I might buy a costume from iparty with my father )
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see? everyone has a better life than me
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No I don't, mines is incredibly sucky.
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Today I woke up, and figured I shouldn't go to school but I really had to. So when my mom got home I was totally NOT READY and my mom was screaming at me to get ready. Note: That morning I was even more fragile than the day before so you can only imagine how I responded. Once at school I went to a forth-grade classroom in stupid clothes and I had to sit next to another sixth grader that got left behind (he's a total creep and always bullies little kids and must be mentally retarded or something) and he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies and I was like NO and he asked me again and I said even louder and stricter NOOO. He looked all butthurt but for the rest of the day kept pinching and poking my arm and bugging me >:(
*Sigh* Why do I care about Jade so much? He's totally betrayed me and here I... uggh! I'm still fragile, like mentioned after what he did to me and I don't think I've ever been this heart broken.
To top things off I've been having the worst luck I've ever had, I swear. It just... SUCKS! And the fact that no matter what I do I keep bringing up the fact I'm a heartbroken fatass and that makes my attitude bad so everyone around me gets a bad attitude because I do (I influence people a lot somehow) and nobody I know in real life really understands how I feel so they still push me, still bug me and still want me to be the 'expectation-reacher' and I'm again at the point where maybe I should just give up and die.
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I'm not getting a costume for Halloween because I cannot afford one :( I'm goanna try to make one from scratch (i'll be a goth girl or something) and go from there.
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