I walked on stage with everyone else and I received a diploma. I’m going to community college, I’m not giving up.
They give me a home and food. They’re not the greatest when it comes to supporting me emotionally. My emotions are what really influence everything I do. In the end, I let my emotions carry me away. I was close to meeting requirements, but I didn’t.
It’s my fault. I let my fear get in the way. My depression grew stronger than I could handle. I didn’t want to bother my friends or my boyfriend with my problems because I thought my problems were stupid. I kept smiling and trying my best. But in the end I didn’t.
My fear cost me my dream school, I didn’t apply. My sadness cost me my dream job… I distracted myself the best I could with friends and memories to cherish in upcoming years.
It’s all my fault.
My parents weighed me down emotionally. Instead of praising me for getting my grade up from an F to a C they scolded me for not doing better. They scolded me for not getting homework done, when I clearly had no assignments missing. They told me what I wanted to do for a living would never amount to anything.
I know they did some things because they care but some I misinterpreted for hurtful things and here I am.
It hurts me that they’ve given up on me. They don’t speak about me. They ignore me completely. It seems as if they’ve disowned me.
My friends are still supporting me, they’re helping me find more opportunities. Encouraging me to take the necessary steps to move on. They’ve supported me in ways that my parents don’t understand is necessary.
No matter how many times I explain and apologize my parents won’t accept it. It really hurts me that they’re hurt although they had nothing to do with it. I don’t know what to do anymore.
I’ll continue to try my best I guess. Although it’ll take more time, I’ll get there. I know I will.