My parents are an interesting couple.

I don't know all there is to know about their own childhood

I don't know if they went wrong somewhere or if I was doomed from the start

It's hard to be mad at them, but I am sometimes

I wish I could just scream and shout

But I can't

I'm mad, and my head is divided on if I'm allowed to be mad

Am i justified or not

Am I really just overreacting

Am I just a brooding teenager who's "addicted" to his laptop

Should I have never made some of the friends I have

Am I wrong for doing what I do

I.. I..

I don't know anymore

This was supposed to be on how I would raise my own kids differently

I wish I would just write about that instead

But no, my parents probably raised me fine, and this is my fault for getting so worked up

I don't cry when I get upset. I just tuck it away and I get angry


I feel like being angry at your parents is just for edgy kids, well what's wrong with that. Why do children have to constantly obey and fit into the status quo

I don't want to waste my parent's money on a therapist

But maybe I need one

Maybe what's ******* with my head is why I'm failing in school, or failing at life in general

I want to quit writing but I don't want to just end suddenly without a resolution-esque ending

I doubt I'll ever have kids of my own at my current rate.


Maybe that's because my spouse and I won't be able to have them

Or just not want them

Who knows

I'm only a child who doesn't know any better but I'm also an adult who should.