A short note on why my parents annoy me so.

To be perfectly honest, it isn't annoyance (although that is a large part) but more so disappointment. I've lost some respect and trust in my parents other the past three months. I used to look at my parents as a sort of example of what a marriage should be: happy, productive, nurturing.

But both mother and father have been regressing steadily into states of their own childhood, and I'm appauled at the amount of immaturity someone I respected was able to commit.

It might just be me putting my parents on a pedestal.

Or I could be right that the mental stability of everyone in my family is slowly becoming undone. Sister is becoming more and more dependent on others to fetch her items, do favors, wake her up, etc. as she procrastinates more and more. Dad is losing the sense of severity and authority he once had to a sort of playful state. Mom is farther down the road of regression and has given into her Dionysian urges half of the time, and exerting her maternal influence much like a first grader would follow a command with: "Because I said so!" And me? I've become more withdrawn.

No one is supporting their actions because we supposedly understand eachother. All I can understand is that my mother is spoiled farther than myself, my sister will not be able to function in the outside world, my father is definitely having a mid-life crisis, and my own fascination with death is slowly growing.

Apparently "teenagers aren't suppose to think so morbidly." What's wrong with feelings of death? As long as nothing is acted upon, and these emotions can be properly maintained, there is no risk.

"Live hard, die young, leave a beautiful corpse" doesn't apply to me anyways.

So I do what I can to get by.