I drift and drift some more through life. I yell to get my opinion in, even though it may be a bad one. Now on to other stuffz. I'm done with all the crap I have to do. Has any thought their parents expect you to be just like them? You don't know the half of it people! I'm lax and carefree to some extent. However, I enter hell when I get home. My brother whines and cries over chores and not able to read his books and go in my room. My mother tells me I'm the one who made him this way for setting bad examples for lying. The whole "you don't need to be perfect" bit went down the drain. My mother grew up in a household with a violent alcoholic for a 2ND STEPDAD and a mother who was always at work. (For the record, my grandmother still has her 2nd step husbands last name after their divorce.) My mother had to be 'independent.' She expects me to be just like her!
It hurts. Welcome to my world. The jerk Rai you guys all know is just a shell of stone armor where the real girl is suffocating.
