Now look. I understand that at the age I am, I am not expected to get along with my mother or siblings. I think in my case there is a strange exception.
Jay.
Grow up. Get a stable job. Stop depending on your mother with the excuse that it’s hard to live on your own. Well. You have a fiance. Support her. Call me old fashioned but aren’t you supposed to support someone you propose to? You once called your ex girlfriend a parasite. The second you said that I couldn’t have thought of a more hypocritical thing to say. You don’t even like half the people you hang out with and yet you keep them around in case you need something from them. That’s all you do with me. You were a complete asshole to me and yet today you ask me if you can play my game. Then it’s of course my fault when I tell you no. I’m being a bitch. I’m being selfish. Stop using me. Stop making up excuses to win an argument. Don’t work and weed your way through so you can be right about something. Just stop. Admit you’re wrong and grow up.
Joey.
I should have told my mother to kick you out. While you were sitting there crying like a four year old because you got caught. Then come flooding in all the failures in your life. Your parents don’t like you. Things with your ex girlfriend. You put yourself out on the line for this person. Oh woe is me I just want to kill myself! No one has it easy and yet you bitch and moan to the one person who tries to help you. Yeah, I just wrote a paragraph on how he needs to grow up but at least he has fucking tried to help you. If you’re not happy with how things are, stop bitching about it and actually do something. I have the power to kick you out right now if I wanted to– oh and believe me, I do– but the thing that stops me now, and the thing that stopped me then was how my brother would resent me if I did. I guess he can get over me fucking you but he wouldn’t be able to forgive me if I gave you what you deserved. Stop being all talk. Go to Florida. Turn yourself in to the police. Get the fuck out of this house.
Mom.
I don’t hate you. You’re my mother and I love you. I just…the way you talk, how you say you hate gossiping and then all you do is talk about other people. Do you need to feel better about yourself? What’s with the drinking? Does it help you forget? I think you actually told me one time that it helps you get over how your daughter hates you. How dare you blame something like that on me. Your snotty remarks, your mocking. Little things that you do, that you keep doing, that are consistent. They hurt. How when I walk into a room you say ‘Oh. It’s Kelsea.’ Then Jay walks in and you say ‘Jaaayyy! :D’ How can you choose favorites in your children? Furthermore how can you choose a failure over the one who’s trying to get in to college that you’re forcing her to do even though you can’t pay for it. ‘You need to get scholarships and financial aid.’ Do I? Do you know how to do any of that? Are you helping me? Financial aid? There are financial aid nights that YOU can go to. You want me to go, pay for it. Mom. I don’t hate you. I hate how you act towards me. Don’t you understand? If I could get out of this house and leave you alone, I would. And then when I tell you that you get upset. You think I don’t want you around but honestly think about how much you want me around. I am absolutely not capable of leaving this house. So why are you making it hell on me? I’m not stupid. I’m not like other teenage girls. I’m intelligent and rational and I don’t understand why you can’t see that. You’ll say you know I’m smart… but you’re only going by grades. I don’t know much about the real world and I’ll struggle when I’m on my own… but I’ll make it. Whether it be to defy you, be better than Jay or just because I really need to… I will get out of this house. Somehow. I just wish that when I told you how I was feeling or how I felt when you said something to me…you wouldn’t turn it around and start crying saying that I hate you. It’s so worthless.
Kelsea.
Everyone has problems. I used to get upset when I would go to sleep at 4:30, wake up at 5:00, and then hear someone in school talking about how tired they were. All I thought about was how tired I was and how it couldn’t possibly compare. Now. Why can’t anyone understand everyone has problems. Yeah. I’m moody. I’m selfish. But I’m rational. Does anyone even try to understand how the other person is feeling? Think about yourself and then logically think about how the other person is feeling.
Joey has a lot of problems. A lot of things have gone wrong in his life and they are very sad. I would be upset too.
But he hasn’t taken any action to change or fix any of it.
Jay’s father is sick on and off which can be stressful. I honestly don’t know how he feels about taking money from my mom and dad, living in a house for no rent, not having a job and getting wasted just about every day.
Yeah.
My mother thinks that her daughter hates her and she thinks she’s a terrible mother. Maybe. At least that’s what she says. Her job has a lot of stupid, bitchy women who haven’t gotten out of highschool and she has to deal with that. She never has enough money for the things she needs so she has to ask my father. She doesn’t have enough money for the things she wants so she waits. Artificial happiness can only last so long. Really.
Ehh. Maybe I am just a stupid teenager…angsty towards everything because that’s what is expected of me. I’m just a girl fulfilling my self-fulfilling prophecy.
I guess I feel better. I still have to live here though.
You’re stupid, self-centered and moody.
I’m moody
You’re terribly dull to be with
Yes I am
