I’m a bitch. I’m complicated as fuck. I will argue with you until you see my point, walk away, or take the first swing. You’re not taking advantage of me. I don’t care how fucking queer I sound.
I’ve been so busy lately doing things parents would usually be proud of. But sadly my parents don’t seem to care. I’m seriously busting my ass. I just really want to hear someone in my family tell me, just once, that they’re proud of me.
Til this day, whenever I think about my graduation, I’m torn. I kept my job to help my parents out, which caused me to almost lose the privilege of walking, but I still made it. As I walked through the field with all my friends I looked into the crowd and saw familiar faces, but not the faces I hoped to see. My mom decided she didnt want to go, and stayed home gambling with her friends. My dad just doesnt like crowds, so he didn’t go as well. And that’s not even the half of it. I guess one day ill actually blog about that entire horrible day.
I guess my relationship with them is always going to be this way. I’m learning to live with it.
