UGH

Okay, so I reeeally just need to rant about this right now.

I'm SO. Sick of my mother. I know that sounds like your typical angsty teenager, but honestly, she's a fake bitch and really crappy parent. She makes me feel like shit about myself ALL the time, and the only consolation I can manage to give myself is, "hey, at least I'll never be THAT much of a bitch." Whenever we get into a discussion about my grades, or my "behavior," or my choice in extracurricular activities, she gets super teary, and like, weirdly emotional and whines about how much she wants me to succeed so I can have a better life than she does and not have to deal with the stuff she has to deal with and bla bla blah bla BLAH. We fucking GET IT ALREADY, you effed up your life and we're middle class and it SUCKS and you picked a major in college that didn't get you shit in life. GET. OVER IT. Like, I totally get how she feels and that it's a really shitty thing to have to go through, but it's not MY problem, and it's like she's fucking guilting me into a) feeling sorry for her and helping her more than I already do, and b) doing whatever she say because she obviously knows SO MUCH about making mistakes.

AND.

Okay, she works two jobs, and she's always really (justifiably) stressed. I get that, and I try to help her out with housework and stuff as much as I can (and I honestly do a lot-- WAY more than anyone my age that I know of), but she acts like I sit around on my ass all day and do nothing and she always has to pick up after me and she always has to do ALL the work and whine whine whine bitch bitch bitch. Okay, get this through your thick head-- SCHOOL IS WORK. AND I'm not even getting paid for it. Kay, then, after the stresses and hard work of school, I help run a club or something, come home, make food for my dad and sister, I'm at my dad's beck and call for every little thing (he has a broken leg), and usually straighten up a little so she doesn't explode at me when she gets home before I start my homework. Then, whilst babysitting my sister and doting on my father, I run laundry and do my homework, getting interrupted every 5 minutes. Then she comes home, yells at me for not doing dishes, heats up leftovers of the dinner I made, and plops on the couch watching TV for several hours, occasionally folding laundry if there's any within her reach.

I honestly just want to LEAVE, but I'm broke and I hate the thought of leaving my little sister here so she can go through the same thing. If my mom doesn't screw her up half as much as she did me, she'll still need therapy for half her life.

FUCK MY LIFE.