Parents have this funny mindset that you can answer every question about every person you've ever known. They almost seem to enjoy driving you mad after they look at your FaceBook asking who everyone is and how you know them and why they style their hair that way. Then they ask you something you can't answer. "Why don't you hang out with them anymore? They look like a fun crowd. You should just be friends with them again." You just tell them you don't know and hope they'll drop it but they don't. You couldn't tell them that one day, they stopped waiting for you after class and talking to you at lunch so you ate in the woods with someone else. All of this because you thought they didn't like you anymore. Your parents flip it around on you, telling you that its your fault they don't even look in your direction anymore. Things that they told you to do are suddenly bad. They tell you about how you stopped inviting her over, as if they forgot that they were redoing the kitchen and didn't want anyone to see the mess. They tell you that you shouldn't have hated on her boyfriend when they told you to talk to her so she wouldn't get hurt. They say you should just talk to her again when they told you you should be talking to someone else. "Just talk to them." They don't understand that with one toungue slip, you'll cry. "Have her over." They forget that you're grounded and the only reason you could have a friend over the night before was because they were rewarding you for something. "Text her." They don't want you on your phone too much.
Next they tell you about how you need new hobbies. You hear all about how your clothing should be more bright. "Have more fun." As if the things I thought were fun meant nothing to them. They'll tell you about how you'll have no one to do anything with over the summer. They must think you are a total bitch and wont want you to come out with them. They tell you that they think you need help because this has already happened so many times. Then while you sit there, crying, they point out the pictures on your walls. "Don't you want to have that back?" You just cry harder and they say that they're trying to help but it all just feels like pain. You look at your mother's smiling face and remember when she told you to cut people off. You didn't deserve friends. Everything is just so dark. I've written a lot about the dark lately. Maybe at some point there will be light.
Love Always,
Quinn
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Reaching Infinity
Teen FictionContinuation of Love Always. Still Quinn, still life, still a long, bumpy road leading to nowhere. Other books to read would be Radioactive by LovingLeopold (the fabulous) and Fades With Time by riverwolf Gracias :))
