All I want to do is cry cry cry cry today
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Imagination between the covers… by Ev0luti0nary on Flickr.
This is a cry session.
I don’t like growing up. I pay for everything by myself and have been since I don’t even know how long. I’m nineteen, and most nineteen-year-olds parents help them out. My mom really doesn’t, and Dad passed away back in September. I wouldn’t mind getting a little help with college expenses, but it has always been fend for yourself. But what I do not understand is why she helps my brother out more than me. He is 18. She is calling the school for him, helping him with books and whatever else he needs. I’m sick of this. I want some help, too. You can’t devote all of your money into one kid of the family. I need some help, too. I do literally everything on my own and when you can’t even help me out with something like. I dunno, a doctor appointment? It kind of hurts. I’m still young and still growing up. It’s so hard to balance the things you need from the things you want.
I guess I wish my mom just cared a little more….
