Really?I'm fucking sick and tired of my parents and their shit.For fucking years I've been suffering. They always disregard how I feel. I'm tired. Whenever I say my own opinion in the nicest way possible I'd get the fucking slipper and belt and then them blithering about how much of a gross person I am. I can't even have my own fucking opinion, the more I repeat what I feel or suggest something I get fucking slapped across the face by my fucking mother. The amount of times I've been called a son of a bitch and worthless lazy piece of shit. I would never, NEVER respect someone who would fucking degrade me like that, who fucking fucked me up emotionally. I'm in the 9th grade, currently struggling with my grades. I've been struggling with my grades for years there is something wrong with me, I have no motivation to do jack shit, I AM FUCKING STRUGGLING. I'm tired. I just recently asked my parents if they could by shit for my project, rather than being proud of me that I am actually going to get a school project finished for once...they start yelling at me. I asked them " Why are you yelling at me? I'm trying to finish a project... " My mom and dad would just proceed to yell at me, especially my mom. She would say that she isn't yelling and apparently wasn't " Mad".What? Then my mom proceeds to say no one would ever like me. No one would ever like me. My attitude depends on the person I'm with. I don't like people who talk shit about me and emotionally abuse me. Now she begins to say that I think my friends would ever feed me. No, I am not FUCKING completely dependent on my friends, I love them.The only thing I LIVE FOR IS THEM. I hate my fucking family, its toxic. My mom is the fucking craziest bitch and my dad is less of a bitch than she is but it doesn't make him any better than her.Another story,I remember my mom fucking attacked my dad really badly, ended up giving his arm a fucking deep bite, he had fucking scratch marks all over his chest.My mom was drunk and so was my dad but he has a rlly good tolerance to alcohol. I know my dad, I trust his words, my mom played the victim and claimed that he attacked her. In my dads story he said that he acted out of defense because my mom attacked him. Its not unusual, she was always known as the fucking violent one, she scared the everliving shit out of me when I was in kindergarden, just because I was late or something, she tore my shirt and yelled at me.They nearly divorced, twice.It would have been better if they did. I remember when I was kicked out when I was 12 my dad had to fucking take me into a hotel room for two days because my mom wouldn't let me in. I was forced to fucking apologize but she would ignore me for a while ( I managed to get back in with the help of my dad ) Later on my brother told me that she called me the Devil behind my back as I was gone. Called a fucking twelve year old child the devil.How did that happen? I was in my dads office venting about how much I wanted my mom to just-you know- And it turns out that she was eaves dropping the whole time.Thats all, I'm tired.