Mom, I think our HP printer might be mentally challenged.

Tonight, Mimi gets to vent a little. I apologize if this post seems more random than it should be. My writing is just all over the place lately. You should check out my journal entry for English 111. It was NOT pretty.

For some reason, I can’t get myself to actually communicate with my parents when I get home from school. I act apathetic in front of them. I disobey them in a very passive-aggressive manner, which bothers me a little, because I don’t want to withdraw into my shell, even though it feels like they’re the ones pushing me deeper into it. I’m scared to rationalize the detachedness that I’m taking against my parents because I don’t know if it’s making me a better person or not.

It’s like I’m moving further away from them mentally because I’m mad at them for all this bullshit I have to do for them. All the negativity makes my anxiety about not doing well in school because of said bullshit grow by the hour. How am I going to do this and that? I’m sure as hell not dropping any classes for babysitting duties. I’m just… all over the place.

And then I feel guilty and spoiled and just overall crappy.

I don’t even know if this is the place for this, but MEH.

And to top it off, my printer has died. The scanner works, but my sister apparently did something to it to make it have incurable paper jams. In short, it’s my fault of course. The fact of the matter is, right now, printing papers has gotten somewhat complicated.

Thanks, Mom and Dad. I’m totally enjoying what’s left of my teenage years. <3