Can You Just Be Nice?

I swear, my parents are the most selfish people I know.
Well, not selfish, but mean.

I mean, when I take abeeally important test, like a State Test, my parents can't even say Good-Luck. Instead, they say "Oh, you'll fail and stay in 8th grade". I mean, that's or something you tell a kid who's nervous about it.

And then, somedays they get mad when I wanna do something my older sister does. I say "I wanna try out photography", but they say, "Stop trying to be like you're sister. Be your god dammed self".
But when my grades go into the seventies, my parents say "Why can't you be more like your sister? I swear, you must've been a mistake. They must've switched you and another baby at the hospital".

My parents are turning my life into a living hell.

I hate everything.

And I don't wanna see someone comment and say I'm "Bashing" my parents.
No. Just no.
You don't like this journal entry, then dont read it and don't comment on it.

Okay, I'm done. Bye.