One of my best friends is in the hospital because he was riding his bike and got hit by a car. He has to have surgery on his face, his shoulder is broken, and he had blood in his brain but they’ve already drained it. I tried talking to my mom about it because I had assumed part of the parental role was to be there for your kids when they’re upset about something sensible like that. She yelled at me instead. My dad yelled at me last night because I got mad at him not supporting my music. Music is the only real talent I have, and neither one of my parents can even tell me good job when I make a song that sounds halfway decent. Another one of my best friends can’t ever make time to hang out with me because she always has plans with her other friends and doesn’t want to break her plans with them.
It hasn’t been a good week.
