dear mom,
Thanks for completely killing one of the few good/optomistic moods i've had in a while. before i went downstairs i just wrote a letter to jackie about all the good things in my life and how i felt like i was getting on track and doing well, but nope.
that, i guess i've got to feel like
and basically have my mom tell me i'm a lazy piece of
, and thats why i don't talk to you. i hate it. everytime i talk to you i leave the conversation wishing i could just disappear forever. i'm not looking forward to anything in life with the exception of love, which will most likely fall through because thats how it is. All i ever hear is i'm not good enough. I am not ready to accept that i have to be another mindless nine to fiver for the rest of my life. with school you just don't get it. i don't get it. i wish i could go and be content and happy about it, i wish i was a normal kid, i wish i was stupid and didn't know any better. i can't see any future for me. all i see is letdown. i took it a little too to heart when they told me i could do whatever i want when i grew up because now its just more let down because i definately can't, and now i don't even know what to do. highschool taught me that anything i work for could be instantly meaningless, and as i thought about it, life is meaningless, we get so worked up over every little things. at this point i can't even see myself living past the age of 27. i just have this feeling whether it'll be me or some fluke thing that i'm not going to make it. maybe thats just my
up head but i just don't know. You have no idea about my genuine personality. i try my hardest to be a good human being, thats the only thing i care about at this point. i refuse to be another
, which is unsuitable for this world. like they say, "its dog eat dog." there's nothing for me here. i can't even play good music. i'll never be anything special. no one will know me and i'm just another statistic. its hard for me to deal with that. it kills me. i don't even know what to write about anymore and at this point i don't care what you think of it. this was, if anything, for me to get out. i'm sorry i can't help but let you guys down. I'm sorry i'm not "to my potential". just quit thinking so god damn high of me because that is what screws up my head. you don't have to trust me (though i wish you would sometime) i just ask you don't make it so blatant that you don't.
i love you and i'm sorry you have to deal with me. i'm sorry i've
up so much. i've lost faith in myself. i've lost my sense of worth and belonging. and i'm afraid to start anything because i've never finished anything. good night.
Love,
the bum who sleeps in your house, eats you food, drives your car, wastes your money, doesn't work or try hard enough, and loves you very much and can never repay or show how much you mean
~~~How do i detach when my 18 year old son sends me this? After a conversation in which his dad and I have calmly let him know that he either needs to go to college (which he dreads) or work more than the 15 hours a week he's doing now (at Starbucks;which he seems to like) His response: I want more 'spare time'. Ours: what? to lay around & smoke & drink?
~~~ He's going in this week to get what is likely to be a confirmation that he does indeed have ADD. I've been the one avoiding the diagnosis all these years, thinking it a cop-out/label of lazy parents & teachers. Apparently he's been self-medicating with caffeine, nicotine, alcohol & marijuana for the past several years. Having read Hallowell, I am now willing to concede the ADD diagnosis.
~~~But SAMMIE, I am sharing your FEAR, he has threatened to move out, and the fear that ties me in knots, is that vision of my boy lying under an overpasss somewhere, all tattered and messed up.
~~Thank you all for this website and thank you for being there to understand & be a shoulder to cry on. husband is supportive, but has enough responsibility(work, etc.) so it's good for me to have all of you. Again, deepest thanks~~