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ok, wtf is wrong with me... i feel like crap because i can't live with my parents anymore...
ok, so this all starts some 10 months ago when we move to this new house. here, things are different; both my bro and sis leave home to go to college somewhere far away, leaving me alone with my parents :bonce:
after a few months, i find it difficult to communicate with my parents. i've always been a calm and serious person but the situation going in here was getting worse. i was becoming less and less active in my family (3) instead of talking more to my parents.
then, i become mad at my parents. i find out what type of people they truly were, and i realized they were not like me.
things have been pretty ****ed up since.
when i come home from school, i'll barely speak. when asked to do something, my heart fills with rage and i say "**** off" inside my head. but this has all been provoked with a purpose: my parents.
i don't even know what the **** i should do anymore. everyday the situation gets worse. today, i find out i'd been wearing two shirts and one pair of pants for the past 2-3 months, which is ****ed up because i can't go out wearing something decent when i go out somewhere with my friends or anywhere. so i asked yesterday if i could have some clothes. "sure." this had been asked previously, of course, some two months behind.
so then i got ready to go to texas to buy some clothes. i got the decent red shirt i had (some 3 months old) and the older pants (more than 6 months old). my mom got pissed at this. "wearing the same old clothes again?" "WHAT DO YOU ****ING EXPECT?! I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANY CLOTHES BUT THESE AND ANOTHER SHIRT!" i yelled in my solitary mind. and then, she told me to wear this "other" shirt which, truthfully, had been locked away in my closet in perfect conditions, which i had NOT happened to pick and was too large for me.
"no..." i said for what happened to be the billionth time. i knew this was a bad move. my parents finally forced me to wear some 5 year old pair of jeans and that new t-shirt. trust me, i'm not spoiled. being spoiled was a different feeling i had when i was like 5.
then we went to the store, where i finally refused to buy anything because i didn't "like anything." i know, you could say i'm too proud, but i wanted to teach them a lesson they'd learn for not wanting to buy me clothes initially and for making me wear something i disliked. they bought these pants, finally, which i almost swore i'd refuse to wear if they'd buy em. they bought em. i'm never going to wear them, like that shirt they forced me to wear.
then my dad wants tp talk to me. what a novelty. he says he's worried and that my mom is under a lot of pressure. do i even care about them anymore? he asked me what my problem was, i don't even know. i remained silent, which might've worried him even more. i just want 5 minutes away from them
ive had a lot of things to look forwar dto though, like learning how to play guitar and things that keep me happy, like friends, dont think i'm a suicidal dude lol
i know ur thinking wtf. i just dont know what to do next. i cant talkt to my friends, because i recentyl just changed schools and i dont trust them much. i also have a problem with trusting peple in gneeral.
ok, wtf is wrong with me... i feel like crap because i can't live with my parents anymore...
ok, so this all starts some 10 months ago when we move to this new house. here, things are different; both my bro and sis leave home to go to college somewhere far away, leaving me alone with my parents :bonce:
after a few months, i find it difficult to communicate with my parents. i've always been a calm and serious person but the situation going in here was getting worse. i was becoming less and less active in my family (3) instead of talking more to my parents.
then, i become mad at my parents. i find out what type of people they truly were, and i realized they were not like me.
things have been pretty ****ed up since.
when i come home from school, i'll barely speak. when asked to do something, my heart fills with rage and i say "**** off" inside my head. but this has all been provoked with a purpose: my parents.
i don't even know what the **** i should do anymore. everyday the situation gets worse. today, i find out i'd been wearing two shirts and one pair of pants for the past 2-3 months, which is ****ed up because i can't go out wearing something decent when i go out somewhere with my friends or anywhere. so i asked yesterday if i could have some clothes. "sure." this had been asked previously, of course, some two months behind.
so then i got ready to go to texas to buy some clothes. i got the decent red shirt i had (some 3 months old) and the older pants (more than 6 months old). my mom got pissed at this. "wearing the same old clothes again?" "WHAT DO YOU ****ING EXPECT?! I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANY CLOTHES BUT THESE AND ANOTHER SHIRT!" i yelled in my solitary mind. and then, she told me to wear this "other" shirt which, truthfully, had been locked away in my closet in perfect conditions, which i had NOT happened to pick and was too large for me.
"no..." i said for what happened to be the billionth time. i knew this was a bad move. my parents finally forced me to wear some 5 year old pair of jeans and that new t-shirt. trust me, i'm not spoiled. being spoiled was a different feeling i had when i was like 5.
then we went to the store, where i finally refused to buy anything because i didn't "like anything." i know, you could say i'm too proud, but i wanted to teach them a lesson they'd learn for not wanting to buy me clothes initially and for making me wear something i disliked. they bought these pants, finally, which i almost swore i'd refuse to wear if they'd buy em. they bought em. i'm never going to wear them, like that shirt they forced me to wear.
then my dad wants tp talk to me. what a novelty. he says he's worried and that my mom is under a lot of pressure. do i even care about them anymore? he asked me what my problem was, i don't even know. i remained silent, which might've worried him even more. i just want 5 minutes away from them
ive had a lot of things to look forwar dto though, like learning how to play guitar and things that keep me happy, like friends, dont think i'm a suicidal dude lol
i know ur thinking wtf. i just dont know what to do next. i cant talkt to my friends, because i recentyl just changed schools and i dont trust them much. i also have a problem with trusting peple in gneeral.