It happened
Yep grades came. And as expected, they ruined my streak. Reality smacked me in the face. I wish I was a person who had such a great work ethic that came so easy, I wish I careddd. Atleast about certain other things. And OKAY along with grades coming, came a discussion with the folks, obviously. And it wasn’t the fact that I’m grounded that even pissed me off, it’s the fucking conclusions parents, or anyone, jump to when something so simple happens in a kid’s life. My parents are straight CONVINCED, that I’m depressed. And not because I’m sad or quiet or distant, because I am none of those things. No. It’s because I sleep a lot. So, BECAUSE I TAKE NAPS, I must be depressed. Right. Being depressed when I have life as good as I do, would just be selfish. And even if people didn’t consider that selfish, I still wouldn’t call myself depressed. I absolutely loathe when people are full of self pity and all they do is complain and put all their problems out on the table for everyone to see. So yeah even if I was depressed, I wouldn’t say it. But truly, I am not and it’s so annoying when parents/people make such a big deal out of little little things, when the world is as bad as it is, and people have it so much worse.
