"Mom I'm sorry!" I cried. Why is it always like this? "No! You don't know how hard it is raising a selfish teenager! Can't you see I'm trying here?" My mom yelled and stormed out my room, slamming the door behind her. I broke down into a sobbing heap on the floor. Why am I so.. Me? I want to change I really do but I don't know how. I feel terrible for making her cry. She walked back into my room and said, "I'm trying to give you the life you want, friends, but you never help and it's hard when you bring up last night-" "I didn't mean to! It slipped out I'm really sor-" "No stop if it was in your head it means it was in here." She pointed to her chest. I was about to say something but she walked out and I was left with my mind taunting me and my tears.
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dear diary
Non-FictionThis is a simple story of a girl who has problems with her mom but never means to hurt anyone
