It pisses me off knowing that my parents blame me for everything that goes wrong with me. Its always ITS YOUR FAULT insert bad thing here HAPPENED BECAUSE YOU ARE insert mean comment here. It pisses me off knowing the fact they blame it on me. Though when my brother screws up, they don’t care!

I try my hardest to be good, and I try my hardest to do my best but its like when I slip. They give me the third degree about it. I don’t understand it.

Last year, my mother let me drive her car a lot. So, during winter of 2006, I ended up having to drive her to KTA. Then from KTA she took me to work, and my father came to pick me up after I was done. The first thing that he asked me was the big mark on the side of my mothers truck. Of course, I was the last one driving the car before my mother, so it was MY FAULT, because the other guy hit and run the car.

Then during the summer, when my mother gave me the choice to drive her car, or mine. Of course, since her car is newer and an automatic, I picked hers. During lunch that day, this stupid Bi**h ended up banging the car when it was parked! Then of course, when I told my dad it was MY FAULT BECAUSE I WAS BEING A LITTLE BIT*H ABOUT TAKING HER CAR, IF YOU TOOK YOUR CAR THEN THEY WOULDNT HAVE BANGED MOMS TRUCK!

Regardless, I still got to drive her truck after because we were short cars. Then I got blamed for the scratches on the corners of the front bumper. ITS YOUR FAULT BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WAS DRIVING THE CAR.

This last past Monday, my mother gave me her truck again, because my sister-in-law needed their car. My brother ended up taking my car. After school, I came straight home and when my dad came home, he asked what the big line was on the bed of the truck. Since I was the last one that took the car IT WAS YOUR FAULT BECAUSE PEOPLE DON’T LIKE YOU. I know for a fact I didn’t bang anything.

After being blamed so much for everything I’m mentally F*cked up! Now, every where I turn, its my fault something went wrong. I told my mother I have mental issues, and all she said was that she knows and that I should stop saying that, because I will make it worse.

I wouldn’t joke about that, I mean its not something to joke about. Why doesn’t she help me? Why isn’t anyone helping me? Why am I always the one getting blamed?