Ok you are supposed to love your family. well I have a confession to make. I hold no love in my heart for mine. Yes I respect them and "love" them but not in a family way. I love them as I love everyone who walks this earth. But my family honestly doesn't care about me. Yes I am still a teen. And this sounds like every other teenager. But honestly, one can only take so much lack of interest from the people whom are supposed to love and show at least a little interest in your life. With my mom this especially rings true. Where I live drugs are a big issue within our high school. We have pregnant teens, and a good majority of my peers go out drinking every friday. I am happy to say I am not one of those teens. No I am a band geek. I am in both National honors society and science national honors society, I am helping get a young life club in my school going, and I am in the top ten in my class of about 200. I would say that is pretty good. Not only do I do all that but I help out my mom the most in my family. Whenever she needs me whether it is to grab a remote two feet from her, or watch the baby, or clean the kitchen I am always there. So I balance a lot on my plate. But in her eyes it is not good enough. She asks about my day but doesn't LISTEN. She picks my stories apart and tears me down. Why didn't you do it this way, or why didn't you do better. and it is so frustrating. Sometimes I just need her to listen to not tear me down. In three full years of high school she has been to like 5 of my concerts/marching shows. I have had well over 50. And it hurts especially now my brother is in high school and plays for the football team. He plays for JV but he stands at varsity with a small shot to play. She was saying that she wanted to come to his game to watch him play. She didn't even mention listening to my performance. Which is true because she is going to leave before half time. I just feel like that in nine months from now I am going off to college. I won't be around as much anymore. I feel like she is going to regret not being there for me. And I feel bad for her, but in a way I feel like she brought this upon herself.