Yeah…this sounds really familiar…
I’m either lying or I don’t communicate. Well, guess what? I’m 25 years old, but if I said what I really want— scratch that…needed to, I’d be living on the streets of a town in the boondocks, looking for change to go to the wawa and be able to eat. Why do I hide the truth? Because I’m 25 years old and I deserve to be treated like a 25-year-old regardless of whether or not I’m employed. Yeah, I get it, life costs money, but if your money is all you ever talk/worry/think about, if your money is more important than another person’s sanity (especially your own flesh and blood) YOU HAVE A PROBLEM. I don’t have a job, does that mean I PREFER the life of staying up until daylight when my body finally crashes me into deep, restless sleep and getting up only to spend the day at home getting yelled at? Simple answer “hell no”. Better answer, these people need to stop bitching at me and help me.
If your money is more important to you than my life, shoot me. Go ahead. Shoot me, release yourself from the financial burden in your life and then go spend the rest of your life in prison making $4 a week. How important will your money be when you’ll never be outside prison walls again? And you probably won’t be outside those walls again if the judge knows that you just murdered somebody because they were a financial burden on you. If your money is more important to you than my life as your friend or family member, go ahead, shoot me. Just do me a favor, if you do shoot me, make sure I’m dead.
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Yesterday I ranted about how my parents are stressing me out…
Now I’m stressed out because of how dumb I am and how I fucked up.
I lied to my mother, got caught, owned up to it, but that doesn’t save me. My parents think I’m always lying to them, which is kinda sorta true. I hate lying to my parents, but it seems I have to lie to be able to do what I want. If I tell them the truth all the time, they’d disown me. I might sound ridiculous by saying that, but it’s true.
Honestly, I’m upset that I lied, but at the same time I don’t give a fuck. They know the truth now, and if they can’t understand why I lied in the first place then I’m not sorry I did it. My parents want to give me shit about lies I have made in the past, but what they don’t understand is that I wouldn’t be lying if they were more understanding and accepting. They give me shit about lies and use it against me saying that they can’t trust me, but how can you trust someone if you don’t give them the chance? They never gave me a chance, and when they claim that they did it’s when I get caught in a lie.
I’m over it. I’m a liar. So what. They are, too. Everyone is a liar. At least I can admit when they’re lies, they can’t even do that.
I’m just upset that my relationship with my parents will never be the relationship I want