I just learned that the people I call my "friends" kicked me out of their group chat. I'm slightly hurt but not surprised. To top it off my parents think I'm being dramatic about it. They think I'm just not trying to make friends. But I've made these "friends" and they don't treat me like one. I'm just their replacement when they have none of their main friends around. I'm just the background "friend".
To top off my day, a "friend" of mine for some got damn reason thought it was cool to go see the school counselor and tell her all of her fucking issues with my personality. I had to fake my way through that whole conversation. Then my "friend" had the audacity to want to be my friend again. Look I have NO issue when people don't like my personality, I adapt to people's liking. I would've changed for them. But her bringing it up to that nosy ass counselor broke me. I was done with that bullshit. Now I have to visit the counselor every month because she wants to "check up" on me. Oh.. maybe it's because my parents died, then my uncle did? That's none of her fucking business. Plus when I said "parents" I mean grandparents. And even they are a pain in my ass.
My family is fucked. My grandpa thinks because he's in pain he can take that shit out on us (my brother, me and my grandma). Plus he's SOOO fucking CONTROLLING. He pushes me to the point were I want to slap the fuck out of him then die. He thinks my grandma is a person that thinks: "it's my way or no way" but it's him. He thinks he knows so fucking much about kids since he raised 2. But excuse me I AM A CHILD. (Teenager) I think I know more about how children of this day in age think. He thinks that since my uncle behaved that way my brother will and reacted the way he did with my uncle. (No wonder he was so fucked up) My brother has issues and my grandpa wonders why. It's all his fucking fault. But I'm not allowed to say anything otherwise my mouth will be smacked. I just can't wait to move out, and when I say I can't wait... I fucking mean it.
(Don't tell my family but they push me to the point sometimes were I wish they would just fuck off and that's putting it lightly. Plus I bet you if my brother was being raised my just me and my grandma he wouldn't have all these attitude issues.)
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Dla nastolatkówMy name is Dakota and this is my journal. Tigger warning ⚠️ I will put a warning at the being of each chapter that might be even the slightest triggering