I just feel like crashing right now.
my grandma, who isn't my grandma anymore, would make me and my stepbrother, who isn't my stepbrother anymore, do all of these chores and the one that sticks out is cleaning the table after dinner. cleaning the stove, the table, the counters. Unloading and loading the dishes. setting the table. Every day.. for three years.
I would think to myself, "Come on! I'm just an 8-year-old! You're making me do these things. Just let me be a fucking kid!" But, of course, she couldn't read my thoughts.
Maybe this is why I struggle with adult problems. Instead of worrying about homework or assignments.
All I seem to think about its financial problems. Which, when my parents need to do something. Whether im at my mom's or my dad's, if they need to get something, or if I'd like to get something, I always ask "Well, what limit do I have? What is the money limit that you prefer?" and... to this day, I still think about that. I still ask that question.
Please, why can't I think about normal teenage problems?
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