Good For Nothing
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Today... my dad called home asking me why didn't I bring my brothers out to the festival at 8th avenue today. I told him because I didn't want to walk. The conversation went down... and I mean way down... he called me a good for nothing.. I almost.. laughed... but I remembered that I'm portraying the Joyce that appears only in front of my parents... I hung up on him.
Me.. a good for nothing that got into one of the top 3 high schools. The one who put her whole heart into getting good results from this... in the end, this being is called a good for nothing. So all those things I've done for my parents... no matter what it was, mail reading, searching for things they wanted, shopping (something I detest so much) and more.. I've done it all for nothing. It seems like they never really forgave me for that dear event that happened 7 years ago... it seems like I'm not the only one that's impatient... or the easily agitated one.
Tonight, when he gets back, maybe he'll start scolding me again. Yet he forgets the simplest fact that he owes me money. I'm quite surprised. He's not a good father. Sexist.
Just because I'm a girl, do I have to watch my body weight? Do I have to stay in the kitchen? Am I really not allowed in "men's" business? Self proclaimed men's business at that.
It's all lies. To lie to me. So that I can help them. Help them in the end. But they're pushing me to my limit. And once they surpass that limit... there's no chance or hope that I will ever help them once I am able to live on my own.
Me.. a good for nothing that got into one of the top 3 high schools. The one who put her whole heart into getting good results from this... in the end, this being is called a good for nothing. So all those things I've done for my parents... no matter what it was, mail reading, searching for things they wanted, shopping (something I detest so much) and more.. I've done it all for nothing. It seems like they never really forgave me for that dear event that happened 7 years ago... it seems like I'm not the only one that's impatient... or the easily agitated one.
Tonight, when he gets back, maybe he'll start scolding me again. Yet he forgets the simplest fact that he owes me money. I'm quite surprised. He's not a good father. Sexist.
Just because I'm a girl, do I have to watch my body weight? Do I have to stay in the kitchen? Am I really not allowed in "men's" business? Self proclaimed men's business at that.
It's all lies. To lie to me. So that I can help them. Help them in the end. But they're pushing me to my limit. And once they surpass that limit... there's no chance or hope that I will ever help them once I am able to live on my own.
