Apparently I think I’m right. I think you’re wrong.
But that just starts it all.
Can’t you just stop? I mean seriously. I wake
Disgusted with myself
Everyday.
For listening to a twelve year old. For letting a twelve year old get to me.
Great just great, not only do I feel defeated. We made our mom feel
Horrible.
Isolation. I’ve tried to isolate myself from you guys, but that doesn’t work. There’s still banging on the door. There’s still yelling.
Just stop. You’re twenty years old. Don’t ask me how a twenty year old is supposed to act. I’m only sixteen. No, I don’t know what college I want to go to so stop asking. Get a job. Stop wasting dads, moms and my money. We worked for it; we earned it.
King of the world? Please! You’re too young to think about being king. And last time I checked dad is still alive and kicking.
Like really? Can’t you just be happy for me? I made the softball team. I’m working my butt off to keep my grades up. I have friends. Stop pressing me to grow up. Let me live and enjoy my teenager years, just because yours were crap, don’t try to change mine.
Maybe it’s me? Is it really? I guess it is. I mean I have anger problems but doesn’t everybody? I mean look what I have to look up to a twenty year old kid who punches walls in a rental. Or how about when he punches your fridge and leaves dents? Am I the one spreading the “rumors?”
No more I say. I’m going to be a different person. No hope, some people would say. Do you want me to lose hope?
“Open the door,” is constantly being said, or wait, no, it’s not. It’s “STOP!” and other words that are not school appropriate.
Please can we just be at peace again. Can you please do something with your life? Can you stop nagging all over mine?
Quiet? You want quietness? Then go live by yourself. Because here it’s not.
Right… there’s nothing wrong with you. We are just making it up. Why won’t you get help? Do you realize that our family is falling apart?
Scared. That is how I feel around you sometimes.
Teaching a twelve year old that it’s ok to go and curse. You’re teaching him that it’s ok to say that people are talking about you. You’re teaching him that the world is against him. That you can solve everything by himself.
Understand? We don’t understand you? Maybe if you realize that we aren’t thinking like you, then maybe we could you. Maybe if stop being angry all time, then you’ll get better. Maybe if you leave the past alone, you will start thinking about your future, because at the rate you’re going, you aren’t going to have one.
Violent is what you are. And you need to realize that.
Why won’t you just stop doing things that get me angry? Do you want me to beat you up? Do you think you can beat me? Do you think how he is acting is normal?
X- Ray our family. Do it, but let me warn you there might be all broken pieces and those pieces still need to heal.
You just don’t care do you? I’m older than you. Am I allowed to have respect? Or do I have to act like nothing’s wrong?
Zits, yeah, you’re starting to get them. Now, start acting responsible. I learned everything at your age. Mom is just letting you have it easy. You both need to grow up and act your age.