My mom went on and on about how she couldnt find a mini mountian dew for my sisters lunch, when I found the can she set down on the oak wood table I simply said it was on the table and the response I got back was “Lose the attitude.”
I dont talk to my step-dad much, he likes to parent me but not his own kids. Every time I do talk to him wether its a question or telling him to control his kids,Ii get the same sentence “Fix your tone.”
My nana loves to ask “Why are you never around?” every chance she gets. I know she just wants to spend time with my before I graduates but it make a drop of built grow into a ocean that drowns me.
Every day afterschool without a doubt my mom askes “Why are you so snarky?” like I wasnt just stuck in a building surrounded by people who could care less about how anyone else feels.
I’m sorry I’m snarky or have an attitude. Im sorry that I have a bad tone. Im sorry I never have time to spend with you anymore.
I get up at 5:30 every morning I have to drag myself out of my bed like i’m a sloth trying to get out of a tree, help clean the house and start on the laundry that has been pileing up in our laundry room and pack lunches for my teenage sisters then out the door by 8 a.m.
I go class to class getting homework that just adds to my to do list that’s already a mile long and every time I cross something off six more tasks get added and the cycle never ends.
I get a headache by the third period every day. It doesnt seem relevent to you but it effects my whole day.
I get out of school at 3:30 but don’t get home till 4.
I work 4 days of the week. On the nights that I work I don’t get home till 9:30, then the time that I do have to myself is spent on cleaning and homework and the smallest bit of self care. The nights that I don’t work are filled with chores and homework trying to minimize stress for the next day which fails miserably.
I’m sorry that I am snarky. I’m sorry I barely have time to spend with you. I’m sorry that you get the worst version of me because everyone else got the best version of me. I’m sorry.
