On our way home..

On our way home my mom got mad just because I complained we were going home late, then as usual she would compare me to my dad and say mean things about me again. Then she starts telling me that I should drive and get my own car. As if I don't already know that! I'm just slower than other people, she always compares me to other people! Then she tolde to be nice. Well she doeant have to tell me that, i mean i know its christmas. I have ears! Hmm where have I heard that before? Honestly that line "be nice" irritates me. Most of the time I'm tired of being nice to people. Because everytime I'm nice to someone, I just get hurt quietly and sometimes my inner voice wants to do something to that person but I cant. All I can do is grin and bear it then let my anger out where no one can see me..