I am not an adult
I am 15. Not some therapist. Or Jesus. So ask me who’s side I’m on one more freaking time. You my pathetic “granmother” can stay in Virginia. You’re selfish, and judgemental, and how dare you. Hoe dare you say one word about how im making this about me? IT IS ABOUT ME. MY parents are getting a divorce and are dragging me through it, PUTTING EVERYTHING on my shoulders. And you’re no better. Yes i understand what i said to my mom was disrespective. uhh.. so? I am so sorry i can’t control my temper around a pathetic liar. boo hoo. like mother like daughter i guess. Although i probably shouldnt say that. Shouldnt admit that im scared of turning out like her. Alone and “depressed” well i want you to suffer. so you can stay at rock botto for all i care. you can rot. and you can feel sorry for yourself. what im trying to do is get away from you and you’re mental patient mind. so stop giving me adult responsibilities. I am so done. of all of you. i dont even know who to trust. i cant rely on anyone. so thanks. if there was any chance i would ever get to be a kid it was taken away. and i hope you’re happy that not only have you ruined my life, but you kill anything that starts to be good again. Any thought that makes me happy is quickly overtaken with thoughts of you. of your words, and your face, and you lies. awesome. dont ever call yourself a mother. you dont deserve that title.
