Maybe, Possibly

I can’t handle this anymore. I’m so tired of getting into the same damn arguments with my mom. I can’t stand the way she handles things because the way she does is just fucking suffocating. Always telling me to do this, never allowing me to just have one day to relax. It’s like the idea of relaxing doesn’t even exist. I don’t want to play piano and memorize some piece, my mind is exhausted from cramming materials and other useless information that I’ll probably never ever use in the future and you want me to play piano for 2 hours straight? Like, woman, can you not be so inconsiderate and just allow me to take a breather? And you have the fucking audacity to say that I don’t seem to give a shit about school and how I always blame other people for my failures and never myself. Are you shitting me right now? Like I can’t even fathom how that fucking idea got into your head. Just because I don’t prance on over to the piano whenever I have time to practice or do hours of extra practice for homework, doesn’t mean I fucking don’t care about anything. Goddamn, end of finals was supposed to be like a massive weight lifted off my shoulders, so why do I feel like I’m just getting pushed down further and further from everything. I’m literally a roller coaster of emotions right now. I’m angry, disappointed, tired, and honestly, I would love nothing more but to stay in bed the rest of the weekend and never leave my room. But whoopeefuckingdo, there’s chinese school tomorrow with my favorite teacher in the world, and piano class in the afternoon. My head hurts.