Ha, weird. Just a while back, Travelr posted a blog on jealousy And yet, here I am, telling how jealous I am of my own mother. Sounds so very odd. She has beautiful hair. lmao. Hair, to me, is a beautiful feature. If you have managable hair and it looks good on your head, I find it attractive.
Sadly, I can't seem to get my hair to be beautiful.
My parents, especially my mother, are the type of people to complain to their kids about spending too much money. That we have to stop. So we manage, but they eat out, buy new clothes, just recently saw 3 new pairs of shoes come into the house within a month. And yet, a daughter here with barely any jeans, her shirts and pants are tearing, her shoes are 3 shades darker than how they were when bought, and hair that won't grow, short, and is not managable because she treats hers, but doesn't ask or try to treat mine. It's her money, I don't yet have a job because I need rides. Don't have a car because I don't have a job. My parents love putting things off, but it never ends up happening, unless it's their needs.
It really gets to me. I'm talking to LiveInPeace and she says to worry about me and only me. My brother and stepsister aren't doing well in school. My stepsister is a drop out and my brother failed school twice and he's practically being promised a future. How? Because of another mother who knows these rich people and she's a beggar.
I'm trying not to worry so much. It surrounds me everyday. I manage to ignore it. I need to find a way to worry more about myself. I swear up and down to myself, "If I can get a job and a car, I should be fine for a little while longer."
It's all just a part of growing up. There are just damn people in the way.
