o o f, I sure could make an essay about this, but I'll just jot down the summary:
one of my friends messed around with my feelings; i told him i liked him and he led me on. i was accidentally a bit threatening towards him because i was hurt, and he responds by texting me mean things and says he never wants to talk to me again. another "friend" (she's really only around to have fun or when its convenient for her, she also is incapable of empathy) who has been the bridge between the two of us immediately takes his side without bothering to listen to my story. I was devastated and depressed to the point of having suicidal thoughts. now my other friends are sad bc everything's falling apart and it's all my fault. only one friend is kind enough to help me out through this rough patch. It's hard and I still feel depressed, but I've been surviving a day at a time.
But then it gets worse. I live with my mom, and she's really no help at all. She's a single mother, and i admire her for being able to pull through by herself, but she also uses this to guilt trip me whenever possible (i never do anything to help her, she always has to do everything my herself, she had it much harder at my age than i do, I'm lazy and ungrateful, etc.). I truly feel like she doesn't care about me, only my grades. If I'm really upset about something, she'll comfort me for a day, and if i don't immediately get over it, she'll tell me I'm overreacting. She tells me the only thing I need to focus on in life is my grades. Often times, she's the reason I am upset. There's no point in explaining to her all the things she does that bother me, because she never listens. I've tried writing it to her, screaming at her, taking in a respectful and civilized manner (my usual tactic), being sarcastic and callous about it - nothing. Once she gets to screaming about something, she won't stop for a long time, no matter what you say. And if she finally stops and listens to me, she'll go "Oh yeah, I'm a terrible mother and I should just let you do whatever you want," or something extreme like that. My biggest issue is that she has this enormous need to control every tiny aspect of my life (I'm 17, for god's sake!) and it gets to a suffocating and deeply frustrating/disturbing point. (I could write an essay on this topic alone!) I'll tell her about things I like and she'll tell me how she thinks they're stupid, or gross, or annoying. She'll constantly remind me that I need to lose weight (even though I'm 5'9" and 145 pounds). I can't stand living with her anymore, but I have to not only because I'm underage, but because I'm not ready to live on my own. And all her yelling gives me more anxiety than I already have.
So yeah, that's what's been making me unhappy, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.