I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for. …show more content…
You let it happen and didn't care and when i started telling people thinking it would make yall stop it just made it worse. It wasn't a big deal to y'all but you and the boys made me feel really bad about myself everyday and made me hate having to wake up every morning. I was miserable and cried constantly and you didn't even notice. When I would ask you for something you acted like I was the worst kid ever but when Tristen asked you for something no matter the price you'd do what you had to to make sure he got it. When I got in trouble last year you just started acting like you hated me and like Tristen was your favorite and it didn't matter unless it was coming from Tristen or Tryce. And you only cared about my grades because you didn't want people to think your kid was dumb. You put on this front in front of people pretending to be this perfect mom and like everything was perfect, even though it was the opposite. I don't even know if you knew how much it bothered me or how you treated
I wake up in my small bed rolling right off of it, groaning and brush my teeth dragging myself down to the kitchen, not even bothering to brush my brown mane of curly hair or change out of the blue ‘Panic! At the Disco’ jacket that I’ve been wearing for two days straight. I go downstairs to eat breakfast and my ‘loving’ father greets me by yelling at me and saying that I don’t deserve to eat anything. I sigh at my Dad’s fatherly tone and grab my black ‘My Chemical Romance’ beanie that holds down my curly brown locks. I love how my curly bangs hung over my brown eyes. I love looking over the city because it makes me feel like I’m dominating over everyone else. I walk to the city bus. Fancy… There were a lot of people on the bus. There was a smelly fat guy who kept eating
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2.32. The number that looked me in the eyes my first quarter of Junior year and told me I was a failure. 2.32. The number that causes a chill to go down my spine. Asking to go to the bathroom during class so I could make sure that I read this right. Could it have been a mistake? I'm sure I got more B's than this. 2.32. I had chosen to blame my father for this hideous GPA. I had chosen to blame my teachers for buying their teaching license on the internet. I blamed everyone else, but the one who was most guilty was looking back at me in the mirror. I had been the cause for this junky GPA. I had let all the events in my life get to me and expected that I would get my usual GPA by never doing work, never asking for help. I had isolated myself for a few months, I couldn't do homework
“Mom and Dad kicked me out, I need a place to stay. Can I please stay with you?”
As Ponyboy and I were strolling around in the silent park, around two thirty in the morning, I spotted a blue Mustang driving towards us.
Hello I’m Aaron and I’m a scout I enjoy hikes and camping and I’m a huge fan of you phones but never had enough money to purchase one I’m not poor and I’m not rich I’m sort of floating in the middle a good number of my friends have purchased phones from you in the past and ive sort of looked at them and got jealous I said to myself I’m going to have to save for on but I’m horrible at saving so I’m still no ware near getting one of my own
“Nigga do you think I wanna hear yo’ bullshit ass excuses. You know the rules either you have my money or somebody dies. It's that fucking simple! I don't do this back and forth bullshit.” I swear these niggas think I'm a fucking therapist or a priest or
There have been habitually commonly when I demonstrated mettle however this is truly the time when it's my heart the most. Many have said to me when did you indicate valor. I am going to advise you I was sullen, yet I pushed through and after that revealed to myself that everything occurs for which a reason. Crying about not going to improve me feel. So I said to myself, it will be better and she won't be in wretchedness and that's only the tip of the iceberg. I knew she was in torment and there was very little time left. You could see it in her face that she simply continued pushing through it. My auntie was a man that never abandoned anything. This was extreme for me, however I can likewise have a couple of different circumstances, which I indicated mettle, yet this was the point at which it implied the most to me. I have still not gotten over her, but rather a great many people never get over a man ignoring, yet others get over it path quicker than numerous other I am one of those individuals
They did not know much and everything was a struggle for them. I vowed that I wouldn’t let their sacrifices be in vain but as I grew up my resolve lessened. My grades went down quite a bit in classes that I could’ve kept them up in had tried to. I looked for excuses everywhere and I found most of them in my dad. He couldn’t adjust to being in the states very well. He started cheating on my mom and then later on moved to abusing her. In the span of the eight years we were here he had slept with so many women that he had given birth to four other kids outside of marriage with three different woman. In a last ditch attempt my mom attempted to take in my half-sister and half-brothers. That did not go over well though she tried to include them in everything and treat them equally I don’t believe she ever got over the fact that them being there is proof of how little my dad cared for her and us now. That led to her treating us better and my dad playing the favoritism card. He would do way more for them and told my mom to take care of her kids and he’d take care of
Like what i learned, what I had for lunch, what me and Peter Ann did, and other things alway. Some things that Peter Ann did bothered me. I told my mom and she said “play with other people and Peter Ann alony. Well, when I was that age I really did not listen to my mom that much and I keep on hanging around with Peter Ann.Now,it is the last day of school and my mom give me a choose to stay at University or I can go to Mount Vernon.
Please Try and Continue to Work with Me Hey you. We made it. We started in the most cliché of ways too. So many movies, books, and songs are centered around two people that meet in an unexpected way and can’t stop fucking each other.
It all started when we were in our Kansas home, mom said by the time we got to Ohio I had to make up my mind. She was talking about if I wanted to drive back to Kansas later that week because my sister had to go to cheer camp or if I wanted to stay in Ohio with my dad. Now see my dad works in the oil and natural gas pipeline industry so he’s always in a new state. He had been working in Ohio for a few months be for we decided to go up there. I dismissed the decision my mom had given me and continued to pack. When I was packing I packed a little more just incase I decided to stay there.
Bang bang bang. I woke up to what sounded like bombs. “What was that?” I went outside to check what the noise was. What I see is destruction and mayhem everywhere.
When she found out she started to get more worried and wanted to go back, but knew she couldn’t yet because she would not have money. When a couple of months passed, she had worked enough to get a life of abuse at work again. This time she was going with his children because at that time she was doing a little bit better. So she decided to take them for they can see him and be with him. I didn’t want to go because it felt wrong for me to go if I didn’t feel the same, so I stayed and worked and went to school and went on with my life. When they left they went for two weeks and it wasn’t so bad when they were gone because I didn’t have the responsibilities that I had when she first left so I felt free. I still had to help her pay any bills that came but that was fine with me, when they were gone at one point I felt bad because I didn’t feel the love like his children did, but I was raised by him too but I guess that's just me having the issue to love somebody and have felt. When the two weeks ended, they came back and had good news that he could probably could come back for Christmas. One day she called and was told that he got sick again and that his doctor didn’t want him traveling and wanted to keep an eye on him. That made my aunt sad and disappointed because she didn’t want to spend the most important holiday without him. When Christmas came everybody thought about and talked to
So I read those letters that you wrote. I thought about just letting it go and not provoking anything but I figure you deserve a response, so here it goes. While I certainly don't agree with some of the claims you made in my letter, I understand and respect your opinion. And for a second, I thought I was an asshole and maybe what I did was wrong. Perhaps just cutting you off was a bit harsh. But then I read the letter to Emily. And I now I don't feel bad at all. Here's why; you have absolutely zero right to EVER speak about my family in a negative manner. This Is a boundary that should never have been crossed. Anyone who really knows me knows that I stand up for my family first and without exception. My family was nothing but good to you. If