So, I'm going to start off with something blunt that I'm sure is going to make me seem like a terrible person.
I hate my mom.
I hate my dad.
I hate my brother.
I hate my friends.
I hate almost everyone I know.
My mom is always bitching at me for some reason or another. She hates everything I do, the people I hang out with, the things I say. It doesn't matter what I do; I can never be good enough for her. About a week or two ago, I didn't understand my algebra homework, and she was trying to help me. When I told her I still didn't understand it, she slapped me so hard I nearly fell over, and then screamed that I was an idiot and sent me up to my room for the rest of the night. And when I told her about how I failed my science test, she nearly killed me. She's also constantly telling me about how my friends don't like me, and how I'm a terrible person.
My dad has always hated me, and always will. He emotionally and physically abused me from when I was 10 to when I was 13 (the abuse ended a couple of months ago, when he moved to New York). Now, I'm jumpy, nervous, and just overall a wreck of a person whenever he's mentioned. I can't even look at a picture of him without getting a panic attack of sorts.
My brother I don't even know about. He does even worse in his classes than I do, yet mom hugs him and tells him it's his teachers' fault he's nearly failing everything. And he rubs this in my face as much as he can. He even thinks I deserve to be screamed at and hit.
My friends don't like me, or at least don't act like they like me. They only hang out with me if there's no one else that will do anything with them, and when they do talk to me, it's mostly to tell me that I'm boring and quiet. Aren't they nice?
No, I'm not asking for help, or for sympathy. Just needed to let these things out.
So, I'm going to start off with something blunt that I'm sure is going to make me seem like a terrible person.
I hate my mom.
I hate my dad.
I hate my brother.
I hate my friends.
I hate almost everyone I know.
My mom is always bitching at me for some reason or another. She hates everything I do, the people I hang out with, the things I say. It doesn't matter what I do; I can never be good enough for her. About a week or two ago, I didn't understand my algebra homework, and she was trying to help me. When I told her I still didn't understand it, she slapped me so hard I nearly fell over, and then screamed that I was an idiot and sent me up to my room for the rest of the night. And when I told her about how I failed my science test, she nearly killed me. She's also constantly telling me about how my friends don't like me, and how I'm a terrible person.
My dad has always hated me, and always will. He emotionally and physically abused me from when I was 10 to when I was 13 (the abuse ended a couple of months ago, when he moved to New York). Now, I'm jumpy, nervous, and just overall a wreck of a person whenever he's mentioned. I can't even look at a picture of him without getting a panic attack of sorts.
My brother I don't even know about. He does even worse in his classes than I do, yet mom hugs him and tells him it's his teachers' fault he's nearly failing everything. And he rubs this in my face as much as he can. He even thinks I deserve to be screamed at and hit.
My friends don't like me, or at least don't act like they like me. They only hang out with me if there's no one else that will do anything with them, and when they do talk to me, it's mostly to tell me that I'm boring and quiet. Aren't they nice?
No, I'm not asking for help, or for sympathy. Just needed to let these things out.