why the fuck do my parents always have to bitch at me. always. I asked if i could go to eliza's and they said blahblahblahblah. no i have work 2m or whatever.. no one can pick you up. it's too hard to find parking. hella bullshit answers. They could have just said no, and I would have been like okay cuz I was in a good mood. My dad gave me a bag of wonton skins.. and I didn't wanna hold it on my lap cuz i already had my backpack, gatorade, and other shit. so i put it in foot area of one of the back seats and they yelled at me. always yell at me for no reason. and they fuckin cheap too. they are like why don't you wear your 5th grade graduation dress to dinner dance. wtf is that? all i ask is to get like 40 to get a fuckin skirt and they don't let me. when henry wanted this $60 shirt from gap for dinner dance they let him get it. i still remember that. it was ugly, too big, and homo looking. he wore it once and pretty much just left it in his room since then. whatever henry wants he gets. it's so unfair. i know i get shit too but damn they fucking cheap about everything. it's my 8th grade graduation thing man. once in a lifetime and you can't even be un cheap. being chinese is fucking gay. chinese parents are fuckin cheap as hell. the tiniest things piss me off.. and it's like they don't realize i have feelings. they don't know how i feel at school.. or anything. just now my mother just yelled at me for opening two gatorades.. and she's like why do you always have to raise your voice.. other people would think you are being disrespectful. all of that over a gatorade. all i said was i was rushing so i just grabbed another one.. and shes like.. you know how much they cost? blah blah blah. you think money grows on trees? i said i was rushing but they just don't fucking listen. they always fuck up my days. and i end up crying.. blaming myself for being a bad daughter.. they don't realize how much i give up for them. they want 4.0's from me, but they also want me to sleep earlier. how do i finish my hw and be a 4.0 student for you if i don't stay up once in a while? All i really wanted was for my parents to be proud of me, but no matter what they said that one time i talked to them, they aren't encouraging. i think to myself so many times.. why do i even bother? i should just be a stupid ass.. go drink.. get high. get pregnant. then maybe they will be proud of the things i do. but no. never gonna happen. i'm never good enough. when i get better grades than my parent's friends son/daughter, my parents always say to the other parents that i watch tv all the time.. i just got lucky or whatever. they don't think i have feelings. and i guess i'm finally admiting that i can't take those things. this should be the title of my life story..
Anna Tran's life, an emotional rollercoaster. heh that's the life story of most teenagers huh?