It’s so easy to just walk to the bathroom, my water bottle in hand, and pop too much pills right now. And I’m someone who has a super hard time taking pills. I’m sure I’m ready for death to take me, and I just need that ONE thing that pushes me over the edge. That ONE thing that doesn’t make me second guess my decision to leave this filthy place we call Earth.
I’m pretty positive that my mom hates me. My older brother is trusted with everything. My younger brother can do no wrong. He can stay up till 10:30 pm killing people on a goddamn video game but GOD FORBID IF I WANT TO READ AT 9:30! And I’m almost freaking 18 for crying out loud, I should be able to go to bed when I want to go to bed.
She whines when both of them never give her love and pushes me away when I give her love. She says “I love you” every night to them even though they never say it back and I say “I love you” every night to her even though she never says it back. And I’m apparently the rudest, most annoying person on this Earth if I feel sick or sore.
Because I’m most likely just a tool for her. I’M NOT ALLOWED TO FEEL SICK OR SORE BECAUSE THAT MEANS I CAN’T DO OR GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS. Which most likely is a massage.
And I try my hardest. I really do! Believe me. But NOTHING is ever good enough for her. My younger brother can get a goddamn C in a class and she’d praise him. I can get a F^CKING HIGH B (like 89% or something) AND SHE’D TELL ME TO BE MORE LIKE MY BROTHER.
I CAN TRY MY HARDEST FOR ANYTHING AND SHE WOULD STILL COMPARE ME TO HIM.
Heck. Even my nephew is showing his distaste for me. He runs to everyone, he says everyone’s name, he gives love to everyone. Except me. Whenever I’m near him, he pushes me away and says “no Jessqua.” (He can’t say my name right). He hits me and he does everything in his power to get me to go away.
I have a mother who puts on a façade that she loved me. I have an older brother who pretends that I don’t exist. I have a younger brother who is embarrassed he’s related to me. I have a father who always insults me and says I’m not allowed to be depressed. I have a nephew who pushes me away. I have friend who are honestly just people who know my name. I have teachers who seem to hate me (they mark me late even though I’m always early to class, they always call me out, they grade my work horribly even though I got the answers correct; saying that “I needed work,” when literally they said earlier in class that no one had to show work or some other example I’m too lazy to write down).
I’m done. I’m so done. At this point, I’m excited to experience that one thing that pushes me over the edge. I may be overreacting but usually my common sense disagrees with the insecure things I think. But thinking about my mom disliking me is one thing that my common sense agrees on because it’s sometimes so obvious.