Your Parents: The people who brought me into this world. I'm supposed to owe my whole life to them, right? Devote myself to making them happy and always listening to what they have to say, but for some reason I can't seem to do that. I feel like my parents are never truly happy with what I do. In fact, the only time I thought they were honestly proud of me is when I got fast enough to get a swim scholarship. My grades aren't as good as I should be, I'm not responsible, and I don't act like a family member. I try so hard to do everything they ask, but it's hard for me to keep up with school, swim, my social life, and family. It's too much for me to handle. I guess I made the wrong choice when I decided my friends were more important to me than my parents. Unfortunately, there's nothing they can do to change that, because my friend's have been there for me through hardships, while my parents didn't give a shit. The past is real, and I let it influence how I think of them now. Of course I love my mom and dad, but I can't wait to live on my own.
"Our scars remind us that the past is real."
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