Ugh. 3rd Vent in a very short amount of time. I hate my life sometimes. And it's the hate that sticks at the back of your mind even when you think it's gone. My family life sucks. There so much shouting. And somehow everything anyone argues about all leads back to me. What IV'E done wrong. How i'm not good enough. So i push hard to try succeed and make them happy. Although the happy moment last a few seconds, before they walk away. And back to everything I do wrong. Because no matter how hard I try, i'm never good enough. Ever. If I talk about my feelings they say i'm emotional and need to suck it up. If I cry then somehow i made the situation more dramatic. I go on scratch and draw to keep my mind of things. Yet my mum doesn't ever appreciate my art and starts saying that my computer is the reason I have mental health issues. It's her, but if I said that she'd say i'm lying, and then back to scream about how it's her house and that she made me. Thanks Vani for being there too. Even if you didn't know, you always make me 10x happier. Love you bestie :')))
