The boring circle of my life.

Dear Mother.

I am writing to inform you on your absolute ridiculousness, if that is even a word. I sincerly hope you dont think it is mere coincidence that everytime my brother touches a computer system attempting to ‘fix it’ the problem gets worse.

Case 1: My old Desktop.
Remember when I had that old desktop in my room? It was going a little slow and so you asked him to sort something out. After waiting up all night for a virus scan to do its thing, I turned it off. When I turned it on the next morning, nothing. Later we discovered the hard drive was whiped.

Case 2: Your laptop.
When that pop up told you that you needed to install something, you declined it, but it kept coming back. So what does he do? He installs it. Well done. I applaude him for wasting two hours of my time attempting to get rid of the malware that wouldnt allow you to go on any site, claiming even google to be a dangerous place to go.

Do I really need to remind you about these things? You still think because he is older than me that he knows more about computers. Im the flipping one doing the IT course at school. Sometimes I really hate being the youngest. You really still think im a child don’t you? I feel like you don’t listen to me sometimes. When I got home today and saw him on the computer, you asked me if there was anything of mine that could be gotten rid of. I merely stated “No comment on the situation” and hoped you would remember. Instead you asked me what I meant. So I asked “Really?” and followed with” He’s touching the laptop. You know what happens next” before walking upstairs, nonetheless to hear you ask my dad what was the matter. As if he would know, the drive home was silent. I tried to talk to him, but he was non-responsive so I gave up and let my mind wander.

You didn’t even ask me how my day was.

Love from your doubtful daugher.

Today I went to see ‘Remember Me’ with Besty Becca. I laughed and I cried. It was not ‘Lame’. But other than that, today I realised my life is way too mundane for me anymore. I do the same thing most days and I live like a zombie doing things for other people. Im sick and tired off being yelled at to get a job or to get better grades. I’ve always said that the rest of our family did fine without good grades and that I would do fine as well, but now I have decent GCSE grades, Im taking A-levels that I most probably will never need to use again. Im always worring about getting essays in on time and about revising for an up coming exam, as i am now. I just want to get out of town for a while. I’ve lived the same way in the same house for my whole life, and this girl wants ..... needs a change before she goes out of her mind. How do I do that though?