Puri is miserable but still alive.
Jan. 5th, 2009 01:06 amI think I realized why I rarely turn to my family when I have problems. Mainly because
A. Sister accuses me of being a cynic. Uh huh. That's REAL helpful. Thanks for making me feel worse when I came to you so I could NOT feel so cynical in the first place. She acts like I've always been this way. What the fuck. I'm not allowed to be upset around her without her thinking I'm some crabby emo kid 24/7.
B. Mom reiterates every possible thing I already know ("You will be forced to take classes you hate and there will be things in life that make you upset." Geez Mom! It's not as if I LOOK like I knew that billions of aeons ago or anything!) and she prattles on and on about senseless subjects like a parrot speaking in a broken record.
C. Dad starts off sweet and sincere until he loses his patience and starts yelling at me and reminding me of everything I've done wrong, which makes me feel oh-so-awesome indeed.
I don't know what to do anymore and I'm sick of it. Of course, everytime I talk about IT, I get flustered, upset, and feel more hopeless and useless than I already am. Stop talking to me like I know what my options are and rebelliously refuse to follow along. I honestly Do. Not. KNOW.
God my head hurts and talking about it makes me want to scream and break things.
A. Sister accuses me of being a cynic. Uh huh. That's REAL helpful. Thanks for making me feel worse when I came to you so I could NOT feel so cynical in the first place. She acts like I've always been this way. What the fuck. I'm not allowed to be upset around her without her thinking I'm some crabby emo kid 24/7.
B. Mom reiterates every possible thing I already know ("You will be forced to take classes you hate and there will be things in life that make you upset." Geez Mom! It's not as if I LOOK like I knew that billions of aeons ago or anything!) and she prattles on and on about senseless subjects like a parrot speaking in a broken record.
C. Dad starts off sweet and sincere until he loses his patience and starts yelling at me and reminding me of everything I've done wrong, which makes me feel oh-so-awesome indeed.
I don't know what to do anymore and I'm sick of it. Of course, everytime I talk about IT, I get flustered, upset, and feel more hopeless and useless than I already am. Stop talking to me like I know what my options are and rebelliously refuse to follow along. I honestly Do. Not. KNOW.
God my head hurts and talking about it makes me want to scream and break things.