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I NEED TO VENT

Ok, so, I need to talk and ask for advice but so far this is the only place I can do it.

My mother is driving me insane. She treats me like an extension of herself and if I don't do anything to her standards or something of the sort, she lectures me about how she raised me to be good worker and shit. WOMAN, ALL YOU DID WAS GIVE ME INSECURITIES!!!! (i.e. saying my essay on sharks back in homeschool sounded too smart to be me, while she sat on her ass playing games.)

And just an hour ago, she did it again and I have to get up early tomorrow; she talked at me till past midnight!

And, it's embarrassing to admit this, but I have a bit of an issue with picking at my skin when I get anxious. Mom HATES it and tonight, she saw that I had picked again and threatened to take my laptop and phone if she ever caught me doing it again. Not my fault I wasn't shown healthier coping mechanisms growing up.

At this point, when she treats me like this, I don't even cry or give a reaction, I give her the most neutral face imaginable.

Tonight, she also said that if I don't do better at work (to her standards) she was going to make me quit... I'm almost 20 years old and she said she was going to make me quit my JOBS. And before anyone says anything about my age and still living with my mom, for the record, rent these days is expensive.

Don't even get me started on the religious abuse she's subjected me to for the past 10 years.

I've only really talked with my dad about this but he doesn't give a fuck about what's going on. He's more interested in drinking beer and smoking pot. He lives with one of my aunts and he doesn't really talk to me, just gives a routine good morning and goodnight text then nothing.

I'm tired of having to hide who I am and who I want to be just to appease my mother, not to mention a father who doesn'tcare as long as he gets the freedom to get wasted.

If anyone can give me advice on how to handle this, I'd greatly appreciate it!

omfg i forgot that i never showed tumblr my greatest achievement. my pride and joy, my pi-ass de résistance

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