I seriously don’t get why my mom is always so mad at me. Like, no matter what I do, she finds something to complain about. It could be my grades, the friends I hang out with, or even how I clean my room. It’s exhausting.

Just the other day, I got a pretty good score on my math test. Instead of saying “good job” or something nice like that, she was all like, “Why didn’t you get 100?” Like, come on! That stuff just ruins the moment. I worked hard for that grade, and all I feel is pressure to do better. I read this quote in school that said, “Children learn what they live.” It got me thinking that maybe her constant criticism comes from how she grew up. But that doesn’t make it any easier for me to deal with.

And when it comes to my friends, it feels like she’s judging every single one of them. She analyzes them like they are some kind of project. It makes me wonder if she thinks I’m not good enough just because of who I hang out with. Ugh. Then there are the chores. I try to do my part, but she always finds something wrong. It’s like perfection is the only option.

I know she cares about my future and all, but sometimes it feels like too much. I just wish she could chill out a bit and see that I’m trying my best.

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