I Hate My Parents
Some say it's a phase. That I'll get over it. "You're merely a teenager" they say. But I know better. I know better because I've had to live with the devils I call my parents. I try my damn hardest to be the best daughter they can ever have. I am in all AP classes, gets straight A+, join countless clubs, attend an elite music school, is polite to adults. But somehow, everyone else seems to notice...except for my parents. everything I do, it's never good enough. It can always be better. No words of encouragment ever come out of their mouths, only insults. They say I'm selfish and heartless. But in reality, I'm just going out of my way to make my dream come true, something they never even tried to do. My parents recently bought a house. They took half the money out of my own college savings account. The account that I started putting money into ever since I was 5. They took it. Every single penny. Better yet, they didn't even tell me about it. They call me selfish. They're hyprocrites. Who would take their own daughter's money without asking to buy themselves a house? I've thought about killing myself because it's been so hard. They just don't understand. It's like I have no feelings, ambition, or dreams. The minute I graduate high school, I don't want to see their faces ever again. I don't want any memories of them. I definitely don't want my future children to be surrounded by evil people such as my parents. I just want to get on with my life and forget about them. It might sound cruel, but anyone who says that just don't understand. My parents brought me into this world just to torture me, I'm merely a person whose life they can destroy.
