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School, Family, Stress
You see me stressing. Understand that tomorrow I have one of the biggest tests this year. You see that I've been doing as much cramming as possible. Realize that I'm at that point where I will take no ** from other people.
Yet, you still want me to prioritize temporary chores over my education.
** you. Don't call me a drama queen for crying, it is my only outlet for my anger.
It's not my fault you decided to drop out of college. It's not my fault that I am my mother's last resort to have one of her children go to a good school after high school. It's not my fault that I care more about my education than you ever did.
Why can't you just support me and understand that I don't need your ** right now? Don't try to guilt me into helping out around the house just because you ** up and chose a guy over your own mother.
Just. Don't.
I'm not in tears because I'm lazy and I don't want to do chores. I'm in tears because I'm tired of all your ** ** and I don't know any other way to let go of all of this boiling anger inside of me. Why can't you see how important this is to me? Why do you feel the need to point out what is "wrong" with me? Why can't you, for once, be proud of how seriously I'm taking my education? Why can't you understand? Why can't you be happy that I am pursuing a good education?
I don't understand how you and I are related. You're a **.
**. I don't know who you are writing to, but whoever it is, they will be speechless if they read it. Well done!
To be fair, you are a little bit of a drama queen.