AngryAboutit.com

You'd think parents would be ecstatic to have a kid who gets good grades at a prep school. Not only that, but he participates in at least two sports a year (in decent shape), and plays an instrument after school three nights a week. Yet every f--king time I get in the car, I gotta hear some bulls--t about how I'm making bad mistakes for things as stupid as what kind of headphones I buy (apparently earbuds are dangerously bad for my health). I mean I understand you're looking out for me mom, but honestly, my mode of listening to music does not require a shouting match. Maybe what we should talk about instead are the bad decisions you made, like putting college off until you're 40, getting divorced after two kids and 13 years of marriage so after being at school for twelve hours more than half the time (literally), I need to worry about whose f--king house I'm going to because I don't have a real home. Back to that prep school education you wanted so bad for me... when an all-male school with a heavy workload and an hour long commute each way is robbing me of any inconceivably small social life I might be able to squeeze in, please dont criticize me. Its the last thing I need to hear, especially when all I do is partially to satisfy your standards. Give me space, give me some freedom, give me some respect, give me a home (not a house), give me a real family, give me a social life, give me a future I can actually be certain of, give me the worry free life neither you nor dad could muster up, give me the happy relationship you couldnt seem to sustain as long as I've been on this earth, give me a f--king break, just give me some real friends (that one best friend I see once a month is about all i've got if you havent noticed), give me real answers, and most of all give me some genuine love from time to time because your borderline bipolar tendencies are driving me to the brink of insanity.

P.S. I'm tired of looking to the future, like things will be better. Childhood blows when you're always wishing it away. Its a sad thing, but my existence is so mundane and stressful sometimes I really would prefer to not be living what are supposed to be the best years of my life. The fact that I'm not enjoying this inherently fun (or maybe not so inherently fun) period of my life makes me angry, depressed and disgusted.