My grandmother told me to be here at 12:00 midnight and I arrived at 12:34 a.m. This meant her screaming at me and telling me I would never go out at night again. 34 minutes. thirty-four minutes. I’m so sick of the same thing over and over. I’m a good student, responsible, a good person, and still this is never enough. I’m constantly compared to my older sister and criticized for everything I do and it sucks. Big time. I’m just so tired of everything…really am. I wish some day in my life I could feel I’m doing ok, that I’m not a screw up. She never makes me feel good about myself…