Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
When Your Parents Are Not Your Friends
It is a time when (for me, at least) this house is not my home. Well, not really anyway. It has been reduced to little more than a hotel/diner/internet cafe...I don't trust my parents with much, either. I'm afraid to ask them for help on reports and stuff, because my mom sometimes gives pretty useless contributions and my dad is more likely to take over than just help. I can't hold my ground and make a point with them, because my mom interrupts too often and my dad is too intimidating for me to state my point at all. But the really terrible part is not being able to introduce to them the part of myself I keep inside. Whether they know or not is barely half the issue. The real issue is not being able to trust them enough to tell them how I think, how I feel.
Which is sad, considering they're one of the few people who stick around for the rest of your life...
