Still.... it’s not enough. I keep making dumb mistakes and proving that I am.

Forgetting chores, losing things, saying something stupid in math, walking past garbage when I’m supposed to know to pick it up without being told, getting mad at my brother, not being able to fit in because my parents ( especially my mom ) dislike me being on electronics so I don’t know what other kids are talking about, forgetting my manners, etc.

Or when -Russia-‘s mom told me I wasn’t a good person because I didn’t want to be Russia’s friend anymore, or telling me I was a bad influence because I don’t let boys push me around

Lately I enjoy making mistakes because they make me feel free, like a normal kid again.