Well,....I was doing a bit better, I was starting to feel more optimistic,.....And then I had to go to back to this crazy church that my parents keep dragging me to, and my dad decided to get all personally offended because I miss our old church that I never wanted to leave, and so then, decided to use that as an opportunity to bring up my flaws and past mistakes.
I love my dad. I know that he "loves" me, and "Wants only the best" for me, But I'm really not seeing that he loves me. Not for a while now.
To add to the list of things bothering me, there are my two jobs, neither of which are going as well as they should be. There is my schooling, there is personal drama, financial struggles, and me fighting myself to stay organized.
I feel like I'm failing at life, and I'm not even 18 yet. I'm scared and sad. And I hate telling people about my problems, I feel like I'm being needy,...But I'd rather tell you guys than the people around me. So, please excuse my rantings...
I love my dad. I know that he "loves" me, and "Wants only the best" for me, But I'm really not seeing that he loves me. Not for a while now.
To add to the list of things bothering me, there are my two jobs, neither of which are going as well as they should be. There is my schooling, there is personal drama, financial struggles, and me fighting myself to stay organized.
I feel like I'm failing at life, and I'm not even 18 yet. I'm scared and sad. And I hate telling people about my problems, I feel like I'm being needy,...But I'd rather tell you guys than the people around me. So, please excuse my rantings...
Sometimes you just have to tell people about your problems. Everyone is needy sometimes, and it is also a very wise idea to learn from the mistakes of others instead of being so stubborn that you end up making them all yourself.
Hugs if you want them (they don't solve everything but they usually help) and just remember there is nothing magic about the number 18, you don't suddenly have life all figured out on your 18th birthday, but neither did the rest of us.