sometimes...not, always, I feel like a piece of crap, neither, I feel
like everybody thinks that I'm a piece of crap, I have nothing to say
against that, anybody can think whatever the hell he/she/it could want
to think about another one, but it's sad when you feel that your own
family, your own parents, mom and dad, thinks that you are something
closely like a thing, anything but a humen bean, they want to feel
great, to get that feeling from
me, they want to feel proud of me, as much as they feel it of their car
or their house, but the don't care about what I could think or feel,
they don't even care about if I feel or think, they just want to feel
proud

if they feel sorrow for something that I do, thy tell me, and even they
hit me, but I have not the rights to tell why I do something or another
thing, if if feel helpless and alone, I have nobody to be with, and
that hurts a lot.

in this same moment, my mom is yelling at me for go to the bed, I'll do it.

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Mood:disapointed...
Listening to: the music of "Desert Storm", a geme wich is played by my dad