let me start this by saying, i'm not a fuck up. I'm actually a pretty good kid. I go to one of the top 10 colleges in the nation, I got amazing art and photo talents, I got amazing friends, and I'm good looking. I don't abuse drugs, and I'm the typical kid that parents would be proud of.
so christmas, ah best time of the year. buzz. wrong. I didn't get anything. christmas eve, my family didn't talk. it was literally a "silent" night. I ate left over in my study room. my mom ate cup noodle in her room and my dad ate downstairs. I woke up this morning, with $40 and a car key, my parents r gone for few days and that's my food for money.
yeah they pay for my insane amount of tuition and yeah they miss me and give me everything I want when I'm away in college. But when I'm back home, this is what life is normally like. fights, anger, unhappiness, unsolved problems, blames, internal insanity.
So I'm sitting here watching the 55 inch HDMI plasma TV by myself, while getting texts from ppl saying "merry christmas!!! hope u got everything you wanted and spending great time with the family"
...they have no idea.
u may say "hey it isn't that bad, you are so much better off and they love you" but try spending everyday in this house and you might just get a sense of what loneliness is and just wanting caring and supportive parents who are proud of you.