I'm so fucking done keeping up with shit. I'm gonna be a sophmore and the progress I've proudly made has waned and plummeted in a manner that makes me sick of myself. I used to be so creative and curious, and then conformities of social life and the internet crushed me and made me think I'm ugly. My father can't go a day without arguing with me, and my mother has depression and underreacts to all of it because she can't take a side. He brings up the pettiest fucking shit too and I can't believe I could turn into him. I thought him having his first summer off would chill him out a little. Nope! Treats my mother like royalty but he always finds a way to make me tired and undeserving. I used to be a smart kid, but I've reached a point where I can's coast off of myself anymore, and with no motivation or discpline to get better at things like I used too, I just feel shitty and washed out all of the time. I wish I could live alone without constant noise in the house and rediscover life.