As teenagers we all have SOME amount of negative energy at least some of the time. I do too despite my best efforts to be positive. (That’s why I have the blog you see… This is a good way to vent my REALLY negative energy because I even try to keep my bitching at my friends upbeat.)
My house is falling the hell apart. Seriously. It’s pathetic. 6 months. The last 6 months have been great but terrible. My home life gets worse but my relationship with my friends gets better (probably become I depend on them like family).
Apparently, now is a fun time to tell me my father’s unemploment has run out. And has he even looked for another job yet? No. Has my mom tried to find a job (because there IS still stuff she can do, there’s even stuff she can do and keep her disability)? No. She’s busy playing the poor pitiful me card that she plays 24/7. (I know I used to do that 24/7 too and I still bitch but I’m not looking for pity. I bitch so that when I AM in a bad mood or having trouble with something simple, maybe everyone can understand why. Things are tough for me right now. That’s just how it is. We all have our crosses to bear though.)
She’s presumptious. Also something I’ve tried to change about me.
Sometimes I wish she knew the half of what goes on. If she did, well, actually, I’d probably be in a mental ward somewhere because she’d think my behavior was “self destructive” and I guess to some extent it is [in the same way that people who do lots of drugs are being self destructive to an extent].
I destress. I have fun. I keep up with 95% of my work and I’m pulling almost straight A’s right now so I don’t want her crap. Plus, I’m doing the whole go to church and have a job thing on top of that now.
Time for the bitching to stop. I’ll be 17 in 4 days. I act more like an adult around here than anyone else (and that’s scary as shit).
No one around here can be responsible or organized or anything anymore. I might make stupid choices, but like I said, I’m keeping up with everything and trying to be happy most of the time. And I feel like I have been. Yes, when I’m at home, I usually feel like shit and it will be reflected when I’m talking to you. That’s just how it works. I’m not going to pretend to be happy if I’m not.
But usually I am. I’ve said more than once lately that I’m not ready for this, that or the other thing (relating to death or suicide or an end in some sarcastic way) because I’m having too much fun living. That’s true. Even with the drama (which I have, thank God, minimilized this year) I’m happy.
But I wish I could move out.