I often wonder how my mum can be so oblivious about how much I hate myself.
She seems so happy and proud of me for being
her daughter but I don’t think she really knows how much of a fuck up I
am, or that I am so desperately unhappy or that the way my sister treats
me makes me want to kill myself. Or that I constantly want to punch my dad in his face. It angers me but also makes me sad
that she thinks I’m just a normal human being with 'teenage-problems'.