u/littlemedievalrose

I'm seventeen today and was just curious! The only one I can think of right now is Seventeen Ain't So Sweet - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

My birthday's in six days and there's a concert scheduled today that I really wanted to go to. I told her about this WELL in advance and she told me I could go for my birthday. Then she moved the goalposts and said I could go if I passed all my classes (I have 100s/90s in every class except for one that I was really struggling with). Final grades are in, I'm passing every single class. Then after THAT she tells me that she "has to work on the day of the concert." Okay then. I guess that's understandable even though I guarantee you if it was her boyfriend or his adult daughter (who is damn near thirty years old and NOT related to her) that wanted something, she would 100% make it happen. She also told me I'd get to go to my concert because I didn't get to go to prom (I didn't even really wanna go, SHE wanted me to go only to not contribute anything toward it and blame it on others). So there's another lie

Guess who straight up fucking lied about having to work today? My mom did! I wish people would just be honest with their intentions upfront instead of being dishonest at every turn. It's so damn tiring. Let's see if I'll actually get a birthday cake this year. Probably not, I didn't last year. Last year I genuinely only wanted two things—a cake themed after my favorite band, and to go to the mall. I got neither of those (make no mistakes, SHE gets everything she fucking wants on her birthday without fail and leaves ME to clean up her messes). I barely ask her for ANYTHING and I still barely get shit. It's all so fucking yesterday

I'm so tired of it. She NEVER has trouble making it happen when it comes to getting drunk, getting high off ecstasy, wasting time with her useless excuse of a man, or pouring resources into people who'd gladly sell her soul for a pack of cigarettes, but there is ALWAYS an excuse when it comes to me. I'm sick of feeling so low and I'm sick of playing second fiddle to everyone else. I could fill up an entire book describing experiences I've been promised only to miss out on because she never has and never will prioritize me to any capacity. And that's not even going into the years of mistreatment and abuse I've had to endure on top of that. I get the feeling that she wouldn't even dream of treating me like this had I been a son and not a daughter