So, I just want to make this clear:My parents are fuckin awesome. I don't have a lot of right to complain about my parents, because people have way worse. But I just want to get this out of my system.

Why do my parents care so fucking much about my grades? Why do they ask so many questions about things I don't care about? If I truly can't do anything else other then sit and wait, how do you expect me to do better? My grades are fucking awful, I'm getting better in math, but in English I don't understand a damn thing about fucking Call of the Wild, and I'm trying but she hasn't updated grades in almost a month, how do you expect me to do a thing? I want to go to the comic con art trip, but threatening to take that away from me just because I'm not as smart as you want me to be, does that sound effective? Im trying my best, I really am, but I can't do anything. I feel like a failure and my parents yell at me for my grades all the time, sometimes I question if I even should try to work for them, it's not making me happy, and a degree doesn't get you a job, I know I'm going to be tens of thousands of dollars in debt when I get to college because I'm being forced into college, why can't I do what makes me happy? Why am I so moody? Because my class fucking sucks, I'm always stressed and they're making it worse.

I know I'm not gonna commit suicide now, but in college I know I'm probably going to try because off all the stress. I'm always worried and paranoid. I was talking about my problem with stress to my therapist and she asked if there was a place that I thought was calm and safe, and I don't have a place like that. I'm constantly worried, stressed, or thinking of some other thing. The only time I'm truly at peace is when I'm asleep. I'm so stressed all the time and my parents don't give a fucking shit, "get better grades" "try harder" "Do your worksheet" and it's getting to the point where I can barely turn to them for help. My dad is terrible at explaining, and my mom is lazy. I was happy during the summer, I thought I was getting better when the truth is I got a break from the stress, and the assholes.

I don't even know how to study.

I've given up on everything's this point. I can't change anything. I don't have the money, or the power to do so. My career in animation is going to fail most likely, and so is my career in writing. I don't know what to do.

I'm going to go cry in the shower now, thank you for listening to me rant about how stressed I am over small things.