4/23/21 7:31am in The Troubled Mind of a Helpless Teen

  • July 11, 2021, 2 a.m.
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Grammy had an appointment for soemthing that was supposed to be done in March. They have to drive all the way to Santa Ana. Moms vision fractured and so she’s really sick and can’t drive her. We already have usd up all of our rides for getting David too and from school, and Tyler will drive me home. Dad came home from work to drive Grammy. Right when he went upstairs to check on mom real quick, they called and cancel the appointment for the 3rd time. “Shades if you therapist” Grammy said. I laughed, she was right. My Grammy ha so positive. She told the lady that it was the 3rd time they’d cancelled on her, and immediately apologized and said that God must be working things out, and that she was not supposed to be there today. Everyone’s annoyed. Sasha was just happy Dad finally let her in and loved her. She doesn’t understand what’s going on, just wants some attention. On his way out, Dad looked at me and said “Never grow up. Adulting sucks.” All I was was a brick. Every time we went to Nana’s and Papa’s, Nana would look at me and say she was going to put a brick or two on top of my head to keep me from growing. I’d always felt so proud that I was growing, thought my body was just doing its normal stuff. “Adulting sucks,” Dad said. Well, schooling does too. Life’s tough all around. We’re all stressed and working working working. Nobody’s struggles are greater than others. We’re all just waiting till we’re old and can retire from feeding the government with our dented silver platters. And then we wait until The End takes us. Hope we live our Happily Ever After. If we don’t, at least it’s over. Why have we evolved to this? Which of the first humans decided we needed rulers and forced education. Let’s go back to trading goods rather than exchanging green paper. Let’s make our own houses out of nature and not pollute the air we breathe with humanity. Whoever started the human race, whatever evolution process led us to this, it was a terrible thing. We were not made to create a world. We’re tearing it down bit by bit.


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