Dirt

                         All my mom ever does is insult me, over and over again. "NO, IT'S GOOD FOR YOU! IT SHOWS YOU HOW TO DO IT RIGHT!" Well, just let me do it, let me learn by MY mistakes and shut the FECK UP. Like shit, do you NOT realize, I don't give a shit about you're "help" about you're ignorance towards my feelings. No, no, those aren't important in life. Nothing about being youself EVER is mom. Everything you say MUST be right, because you're my mom you're ALWAYS right, NOT! Like feck yourself. You know, the moment I turn eighteen I'll do ANYTHING to stay out of home. I'll work double shifts, go out alot, takes lots and lots of classes. I'll even go out and get drunk just to wake up in some ditch to stay out of home. When I ask "what?" because I'm busy or tired, appearantly, I HAVE NO MANNERS! Great, it's good to know just because they need something you have to put every little of your craps down to do things for them. Sometimes, I feel like pushing them down the stairs or punching their faces until their skulls are broken and bashed into. I don't have anger problems. It's just they get on my nerves so much. I can never do anything right for them. I'm not my sisters. I'm dirt and grim. I'm just living in the shadow of them. They don't even really care about me. I know they don't. I think that to point out how sucky you are, critisizing is a sport to them.