Ok so I just wrote this majorly long blog venting on how crappy my weekend was, but guess what? I can't post it. Because you know what would happen then? I'd get into trouble because Izzy would read it and then show it to my mom, and guess what? It's not worth being grounded for.
But whatever.... I am so sick of being around people it's not even funny. My friends I can handle, my teachers I can handle, but right now I am so sick of being around my sisters that I just want to go sit in my room all day.
Argh! I just want to go to sleep and not wake up for another week. I want to stop being so stressed about everything I have to get done, and I want people to stop telling me that because I'm a kid my stress is nothing to theirs.
Well you know what? To me it is. I'm stressed out because of all the things I'm trying to do right now and everything I need to do, and being told by my parents that they'd trade me does not help. It just makes me feel so much worse and all I want to do is scream
I hate it when adults compare our problems to theirs. We haven't dealt with their problems yet, and I don't pretend I know what it's like to be my parents, but to me my problems are just as important as theirs because I don't know what it's like to be an adult, and frankly I don't think I want to. Why is it that when I tell my parents I'm stressed out they don't care? They care about Izzy when she's stressed. Maybe I'm just the cause of my mom's stress and because of that she doesn't want to deal with me? I don't know.
I just can't even tell you how much it sucks to have someone tell you that what you care about doesn't matter. Because no matter if they have bigger problems than me, no matter if they don't think the things that are most important to me matter at all, no matter what their dealing with that makes my problems so stupid and insignificant, it doesn't help to be told that it doesn't matter.
Because it DOES matter. It matters to me. My problems are a big deal to me, and at least I don't tell you that your problems are nothing compared to mine. I don't say that what you care about doesn't matter. Why do you get to do that to me?
Oh, that's right, because you're an adult. Because you're an adult it doesn't matter what I think compared to what you think. What I say will never be as important as what you say. When I tell you that I'm stressed you'll always be able to tell me that my stress is nothing compare to yours and that you'd trade me any day.
It's one of my biggest pet peeves when adults shrug kids problems aside because they're aren't as important as theirs.
Argh! It just makes me so mad!
