"We're not going to prance around, pretending that your a boy. Its not going to happen"
I hate my bitch mother. It doesn't sound much in writing, but it stings in words. Cuz in a way, its the truth. I hate my family (exception Uncle), and sometimes they hate me, and not just because I'm a "->-bleeped-<-", just because i am me.
I feel like ->-bleeped-<-, cuz i know the only reason i still stick with them, why i haven't attempted to run off again, is because i don't have enough money to get anywhere in life by myself. I hate to rant, I hate to say what I'm feeling, but if i don't i'll blow up again. Depressed, ADD, Anorexic, Transexual, and Failing in school. My mum says I'm headed for the streets, something that i despise her for saying, cuz once again, it may be the truth. I've done everything to change for her. I dressed the way she wanted me to for the first 12 years of my life, i kept my hair long because of her (until now...must break free!!), i've stopped all forms of cutting, my only way of venting my anger, I've been a straight A student to impress her until now, and now, when i feel this way, lost, lonely, she attacks me for not being the way i've pretended to be for so long. Sorry for the rant. I know how annoying these can be to some peoples.