Chronic
The disappointment just never ends. You hope and hope that there will be a glimmer of change but it's always short-lived. I don't know what I need to do to convince you, both of you. I sometimes feel like I am meddling too much and I am too afraid to pray for anything because I am so afraid of disappointment. There have been so many things said in church that I hoped had struck a cord that might initiate some from of change. But it just seems like you could not be bothered to give two hoots about anything that is happening or maybe you just think we're being anal about everything.
The note and the S3 pretty much did it for me. Well since the S3 was free, I guess that's not too bad. But $800? Not forgetting the time when you bought the laptop, that was what, close to $2000. Fair enough, you needed one, but to hear you hitting it and calling it 'stupid' (when clearly you are the one) just convinces me once again that you shouldn't have bought it. The monitor, I don't even want to know. There were clearly free ones lying around, but because of what? Your pride? You bought your own.
What exactly is this family to you? You will not do anything beyond what you feel like doing. Sacrifice is almost non existent except on your own terms and conditions. Ha, would that even qualify being a sacrifice? You won't even admit when something is CLEARLY your mistake. Do you assume that everyone is against you?
Sometimes I really feel taken advantaged off when I do things for you. You have not given anything in return, and you somehow equate buying back food at a time because you need it as doing something/contributing. I tell myself every time, I should respect you no matter. But should I even need to tell myself such a thing. It's become so routine, that I think it has changed from respect to indifference. I am no longer angry but jaded. Upset sometimes, but resigned.
The list can go on and I wonder why it's this way, why is it you cannot see what you are doing. I am just so upset that that nothing I say can possibly describe how I feel. My mood changes when people ask about you. I just cook up the best story I can think of.
I hope for the day when I won't have to.
Acute
I think I am a very average person and being average is just difficult. There's nothing outstanding about you. You do pretty alright in life but never outstanding. You work so hard just to be a bit better but it just always is not enough to get you anything. I remind myself to trust in God, if it is meant for me, God will give it to me. If it isn't, no matter what I do, I would not get it. But sometimes I get jealous. Why is it some people are the exception to the rule? Why am I never the exception? No As, going to Oxford? That's my dream...but of course I am always part of the statistic that generally occurs.