Just need to rant.

Rebecca • 17. Getting ready to be on my own. Trying to live the best life I can while battling depression.
Parents want to act like I'm a piece of shit. 
I go and hang out with friends. 
No that's bad I'm never home. 
I stay home.
Wow you should go out more and see your friends more. 
I get interstates in new things because or friends. 
No you don't know who you are or what you like. 
The things I like for myself aren't good enough for anyone. 
I'm just a huge slut who has no friends and doesn't know how to work on relationships. 
Maybe if my mom wasn't always putting me down, then I would want to have relationships with people. 
I'm not always to blame. 
No one ever believes my side. 
I tell how I feel and I'm disrespectful and no good. 
I can't win. 
Ever.
And I never will. 
I voice my opinion. 
It's wrong. 
It's not what they believe, so it's wrong. 
They raised me to be like this. 
They want to blame me.
They make me feel worthless. 
I hate being home.