This is probably the fourth week in a row that my mother has insisted on dragging me out of the house for the entire fucking weekend so I can go sit my ass in our "camp" doing nothing and accomplishing nothing. Normally tbe weekend is the time I can accomplish the things I want to accomplish and TAKE A SECOND TO FUCKING RELAX, but no, I need to go up with them to "camp" yet again, because that'll "teach me to be social" and my mother refuses to accept that I'm a person until I become fucking social.
MOM. I AM SO STRESSED OUT I AM ABOUT READY TO HAVE A FUCKING BREAKDOWN. I HAVE TO GET MY FUCKING FINALS DONE. WHY THE FUCK IS ME BECOMING YOUR PERFECT SOCIAL SON MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME DOING THE THINGS I WANT TO AND HAVE TO DO, DESPITE THE FACT THAT ALL YOU EVER DO IS NAG ME ABOUT BOTH, NEVER GIVING ME ANY SORT OF PRAISE WHEN OCCASIONALLY MANAGE TO SUCCEED DESPITE THE FACT THAT I HAD ABSOLITELY NO FUCKING HELP FROM YOU? CAN I HAVE JUST TWO FUCKING DAYS TO BE FREE OF YOUR FUCKING PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURE SO I CAN FINISH MY SCHOOLWORK AND HAVE A COUPLE MINUTES TO SIT DOWN AND MEDITATE SO I CAN AT LEADT GIVE MYSELF SOME TEMPORARY ILLUSION THAT MY LIFE IS NOT SO FUCKING HOPELESS, AND MAYBE ACTUALLY HAVE TIME TO ACCOMPLISH SOME PF MY SCHOOLWORK ON THE SIDE? BUT WAIT, I REMEMBER NOW, I CAN'T DO ANYTHING BECAUSE I'M A LYING PIECE OF SHIT AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLAY VIDEO GAMES BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY PART OF MY LIFE THAT YOU WILL ACKNOWLEDGE EXISTS. A LIFE TO TAKE CARE OF, YOU SAY? DON'T BE FUCKING RIDICULOUS, WHAT WORK DO HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS EVER DO? WHAT PART OF MY LIFE COULD POSSIBLY BE STRESSING ME OUT? IT'S CERTAI LY NOT YOU, NAH, SINCE YOU'RE A MOTHER AND THAT MEANS EVERYTHING YOU EVER DO WILL ALWAYS BE RIGHT.
THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A CUNT TO ME MY ENTIRE LIFE, MOTHER. I HOPE THAT WHEN I'M GONE YOU FEEL FUCKING TERRIBLE. GOODBYE.
AND YES, I KNOW THIS IS NOT THE RAGE THREAD, GET OVER IT.