my parents hate me.

for no apparent reason.

they regret that they even gave birth to me.

they think that i am a loser, with no good attributes.

they dislike whatever i do, and criticise they people i mix with.

cursing them, insulting them.

when their friends are no screwing better than pieces of shit.

I AM A LOUSY SON, AM I?

A LOUSY BROTHER?

A LOUSY FRIEND?

A RETARDED PIECE OF SCREWED UP CRAP?

they only care for my brother and my sister.

anything wrong with them, i always get the blame.

especially my father.

i really hate it.

I HATE IT!

I HATE BEING THE OLDEST SON!

I ALWAYS GET MY SELF ESTEEM LOWERED AND MY CONFIDENCE DIMINISHED!

BECAUSE I AM THE ELDEST!

i try so hard to make them proud, and they treat me like this.

take away everything la.

TAKE LA.

i really dont understand why they hate me so much.

until i started to talk to myself.

its like i dont belong in this family.

talk about being a black sheep.

i think im going to break down again.

the temptation's rising.

i hope all of you readers have a better day than i have

and more understandable parents.

i'm just your typical forteen year old boy. adolescent, dealing with growing pains just as any other normal human teenager would. except what sets me apart is that i go by the name of glen and i am the supposed owner of this forsaken web page. i'm odd in the way that i have very frequent moodswings and i argue a lot with everyone - including my best friend, who's well, pretty much non-existant. so i guess i'm your typical, not-so-typical guy.
i'm just who i am. metro, a SNAG and the oh-so-annoying bitch. lazy, cranky, irritable and irritating in every way. just living out my life as normal as i possibly can. with friends that can hurt me to the core and enemies that surprise me. it's no wonder i keep this blog.