And when she says she knows how smart I am, how capable, I want to cry. She expects too much. I expect me to live, that's it. I have no fun anymore; it all boils down to her. Every day, it's her. I see her every single day and every day she makes me feel worse and worse and worse and I know she'll never apologize, because it's not like she's doing anything wrong. I'm the one who tries to manipulate her with my fake tears, I'm the one who's insensitive and never helps her, not even once, I'm so insensitive. If only I did everything she says the way she says it life would be so much simpler. But no, I had to rebel. I had to grow up and ruin everything.
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.