Originally Posted by maxi (Post 481616)

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Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 481623)

Yes you can!!! ^_^ Listen to some upbeat music, maybe?

Originally Posted by maxi (Post 481625)

You know what? Listening to music and drinking juice is how cheering myself up works. Doing that will give me that pride I need to know that I am worth it. Why can't I cheer up, now? I'm a fine person to do it so I'm going to try and cheer myself up, hopefully. Try to fix things up, try to be happy again, try to not be depressed, try to love myself, try to stop hurting, try to be that person who I was once who I am now going to be. Thanks to all of you I think that I am going to focus on the part that I love so freaking much about me: I never give up. So why don't I try to at least have a go at this for once? Why don't I help myself? I'm going to do it. I'm going to drink juice and listen to music.

Originally Posted by TheAshWolf (Post 481626)

I know you can do it, Max! :D I'm so glad you've made this goal!!! Have fun, okay? ^_^

Originally Posted by maxi (Post 481627)

Okay! But I'm staying here, too. (:

Originally Posted by Stephiey (Post 481634)

Raaaawr mom issues. -_- It's always mom issues. Always.

I don't understand why she just overreacts over the tiniest things. I was cleaning out my hairbrush today and used a sheet of paper to hold all the hair and the next thing I know, she's screaming at me that if I ever do it again, she'll never buy me new clothes. -_- And I feel like every time I'm happy, she'll just destroy my good mood. Like, she got mad at me for drawing yesterday. EXCUSE ME WOMAN BUT AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE HOBBIES????

And then every time my sister does something bad, she never gets angry at her. Like seriously. Never. If I tell her it, she says that it's because I don't set a good enough example for her. UGH UGH UGH. GOSH DARN IT.

She's said so many mean things to me. Every time I hear her call my name, I literally start feeling sick because I know that she's going to get mad at me for something. Every time she raises her hand while yelling at me, I flinch away because I'm afraid she's going to hit me. Does this count as child abuse?

And the sad thing is that I have literally never said a mean thing to her.

I'm not even exaggerating.

Never screamed "I hate you!" or "you're a terrible mother" and I barely talk back even. I've just learned that it gets over faster if you shut up and look down. Of course, she gets mad at me for not arguing with her. like, whatdaheck.

I just can't wait to get out of this house. I always tell my parents that I want to go to a faraway college so I can get away from super duper hot Texas, but it's really because I want to get away from THEM.

They know how much I love writing, yet they put it down every. single. day. My dad will say, "Yeah, I think you should focus on your other hobbies because you've actually shown your talent in those." I'M SORRY? ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY THAT MY WRITING STINKS OR SOMETHING??? OH... YEAH, JUST IGNORE ALL THOSE UIL WRITING MEDALS AND POETRY COMPETITIONS I WON. And my mom has never paid attention to my writing until I recently finished my first manuscript, and that was only because she wants me to publish it so I can go to Harvard or something. The other day, she said, "Why do you write? It's not like you'll ever be good and it's not like anyone will ever care."

/rantover

Originally Posted by Stephiey (Post 481634)

Raaaawr mom issues. -_- It's always mom issues. Always.

I don't understand why she just overreacts over the tiniest things. I was cleaning out my hairbrush today and used a sheet of paper to hold all the hair and the next thing I know, she's screaming at me that if I ever do it again, she'll never buy me new clothes. -_- And I feel like every time I'm happy, she'll just destroy my good mood. Like, she got mad at me for drawing yesterday. EXCUSE ME WOMAN BUT AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE HOBBIES????

And then every time my sister does something bad, she never gets angry at her. Like seriously. Never. If I tell her it, she says that it's because I don't set a good enough example for her. UGH UGH UGH. GOSH DARN IT.

She's said so many mean things to me. Every time I hear her call my name, I literally start feeling sick because I know that she's going to get mad at me for something. Every time she raises her hand while yelling at me, I flinch away because I'm afraid she's going to hit me. Does this count as child abuse?

And the sad thing is that I have literally never said a mean thing to her.

I'm not even exaggerating.

Never screamed "I hate you!" or "you're a terrible mother" and I barely talk back even. I've just learned that it gets over faster if you shut up and look down. Of course, she gets mad at me for not arguing with her. like, whatdaheck.

I just can't wait to get out of this house. I always tell my parents that I want to go to a faraway college so I can get away from super duper hot Texas, but it's really because I want to get away from THEM.

They know how much I love writing, yet they put it down every. single. day. My dad will say, "Yeah, I think you should focus on your other hobbies because you've actually shown your talent in those." I'M SORRY? ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY THAT MY WRITING STINKS OR SOMETHING??? OH... YEAH, JUST IGNORE ALL THOSE UIL WRITING MEDALS AND POETRY COMPETITIONS I WON. And my mom has never paid attention to my writing until I recently finished my first manuscript, and that was only because she wants me to publish it so I can go to Harvard or something. The other day, she said, "Why do you write? It's not like you'll ever be good and it's not like anyone will ever care."

/rantover

Originally Posted by Stephiey (Post 481634)

Raaaawr mom issues. -_- It's always mom issues. Always.

I don't understand why she just overreacts over the tiniest things. I was cleaning out my hairbrush today and used a sheet of paper to hold all the hair and the next thing I know, she's screaming at me that if I ever do it again, she'll never buy me new clothes. -_- And I feel like every time I'm happy, she'll just destroy my good mood. Like, she got mad at me for drawing yesterday. EXCUSE ME WOMAN BUT AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE HOBBIES????

And then every time my sister does something bad, she never gets angry at her. Like seriously. Never. If I tell her it, she says that it's because I don't set a good enough example for her. UGH UGH UGH. GOSH DARN IT.

She's said so many mean things to me. Every time I hear her call my name, I literally start feeling sick because I know that she's going to get mad at me for something. Every time she raises her hand while yelling at me, I flinch away because I'm afraid she's going to hit me. Does this count as child abuse?

And the sad thing is that I have literally never said a mean thing to her.

I'm not even exaggerating.

Never screamed "I hate you!" or "you're a terrible mother" and I barely talk back even. I've just learned that it gets over faster if you shut up and look down. Of course, she gets mad at me for not arguing with her. like, whatdaheck.

I just can't wait to get out of this house. I always tell my parents that I want to go to a faraway college so I can get away from super duper hot Texas, but it's really because I want to get away from THEM.

They know how much I love writing, yet they put it down every. single. day. My dad will say, "Yeah, I think you should focus on your other hobbies because you've actually shown your talent in those." I'M SORRY? ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY THAT MY WRITING STINKS OR SOMETHING??? OH... YEAH, JUST IGNORE ALL THOSE UIL WRITING MEDALS AND POETRY COMPETITIONS I WON. And my mom has never paid attention to my writing until I recently finished my first manuscript, and that was only because she wants me to publish it so I can go to Harvard or something. The other day, she said, "Why do you write? It's not like you'll ever be good and it's not like anyone will ever care."

/rantover