What Is The Purpose?? i am just not understanding one thing in life… Life itself. No, i'm not going to commit suicide or anything its just like why? What i'm trying to say is that you follow the rules, go to school to get a good paying job so you can retire and die. I don't wanna live life without even living what life should be like. Take some risks, do something that makes you feel alive. But no… You have to stay in school and get good grades, to get to a good college, to get a good job to get a good amount of retirement so you can die with whatever suits your fancy. I wanna be remember the guy who learned how to live life the right way. Not just some guy who got a job, worked their ass off, retired and dies with nothing to be remembered by. I know i'm saying the same things over and over again but i cant emphasize it enough. Go outside, get good friends, do something illegal, take a risk, make that move. You're not going to get that special someone just by watching from afar. And if they don't feel that way, who cares?? Move on in life because you have more life to live. And if you do get them, congrats you have someone to live with. I'm not saying that jobs and school are bad, just that they aren't the way you should. Why learn things you'll never need later in life! Like why would you need to know the area of a rectangle and you measured one side as 2ab to the second power! Thats one messed up ruler. What my point it don't just lay on your ass and have no one remember you. And maybe i have affected you, fellow reader (thanks for listening to me rant about nothing) And you might think of life differently. make goals for yourself. They don't even have to be that extraordinary either. it could be as simple as i'm going to go meet my friends today, or i'm going to save up for a new car. Never let life let you down.

My childhood was full of pain, torment and loneliness. All I had was my family and even they were total strangers to me. My mother is extreme overly everything- protective, micro managing, rude, and sometimes downright abusive of her title as my so called 'mother'. The only thing that has kept me going is my boyfriend, who is my reason for living. I am only 16, so my nightmare in my house continues. I don't know how much longer I can take it. In accordance with the law and physical 'abuse', my mother's hands are clean. If I could leave this house on the basis of mental and verbal abuse, I would. But according to society and the way my mother guilts me into feeling bad, I can't because she's 'teaching me a valuable lesson'. Yeah, I'd like to know how calling me a worthless, stupid w** is teaching me anything but hatred and contempt for my own family. I wish I could have a normal family . A family where my only friend isn't on a ship seven thousand miles away, where my older sister actually cares about me, my younger brother isn't a p that is pampered by my grandparents, my father is more than just a hated memory of a stoned drunkard who couldn't have the decency to be a good husband at the least, let alone a father, and a mother who didn't treat me like the dog s* on the floor. Who didn't treat me like a slave , talk to me like I'm nothing but trash, and control mylife while she's at it. I've done everything she tells me to. I clean the house, I maintain above average grades, I behave in and outside of school, my boyfriend is a decent guy who would never do anyone but protect and love me. H***, even my boyfriend can't wait until we move out. He sees the way my mother treats me. He knows what I endure day after day. He is my only light as of now. What is supposed to be my backbone, my support and love of a family is nothing but a facade put on for the evening guests. Why can't I at least move out and live with someone else? Or my own life? Somebody please tell me what I've done wrong. Or how to end this nightmare...because I've tried moving out. There's no legal way for me to do it. I've tried. And the last time I did, I got a screaming mother in my face telling me how much of a spoiled brat I am and that I deserve nothing. I wonder if she even remembers the things she says to me . Most of the time she's drunk. But she always acts like she's a.....

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