Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Makes me sad...


It makes me sad to know how closed minded my parents are. Stop trying so hard to be so superior. In the end you are just going to end up being alone. You guys make people lose respect for you. You guys try to put up this act of being perfect: having the perfect house, family, jobs. In reality, everything is a sham. Like the gilded age in history: glitter of the gilded age covered a multitude of sins. Soon the house will be empty because no one will dare come back to this toxic place. Our family, full of fights, is never fully at peace, someone is always annoyed or hurt. As for the jobs, well, maybe those are the only things decent in our family... My life...sometimes it hurts... sometimes there is no light to look to.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Painfully and Utterly Aggravated...


My parents are being so immature... well mostly my mom. I have never felt the urge to scream or hit something so bad in my life. It all started a few days ago: I bring up the whole thing about getting a car. My dad does what he does best: ignores everything he does not want to hear. In fact, he only listens to the things that he will later try to preach to his family. My mom on the other hand, gets all worked up and starts playing devil's advocate. Bickering like there is no tomorrow. Okay, I admit I was a fault because I ended up screaming at her, but can you blame me? She is so closed minded and never even tries to understand where I am coming from! She thinks she knows and assumes that everything is just dandy. In reality, it's just her being lazy, lazy with everything. She's too lazy to understand, too lazy actually do something, too lazy even try to help. She looks at you and tells you that if she could take the pain away she would, but how could she, if all you see is that judgmental look and the voice that constantly lectures you on what you need to do next. My parents say that they will support me with whatever I choose to do, but what won't tell me is that they will secretly judge me.