Blacksheeps are cursed family members.
They definetely ruin the family or maybe, a pain-in-the-ass-family-member.
Right. But being a blacksheep ain’t a choice. It’s something given my nature.
How could I tell? Well, I, as a blacksheep tried my best to be a good daughter and a good sister. But sometimes, I just run out of luck and create bad things, create chaos, and my parents begin cursing me to death. Being a blacksheep isn’t because of personal attitude either. I guess I’ve done a couple of crazy things because I never felt that I belong. I always was the person to blamed inside the house whenever some shit happens. Even though it’s not my fault, I still get all the blame. They can’t blame me if I act as such. I am not even a rebel, but for them, I am.
I am not rebel because I dont smoke.
I don’t drink much.
I don’t even have a nightlife.
Just because i don’t always give them damn attention doesn’t mean I am a “rebel”.
But then again, BEING A BLACKSHEEP AIN’T REALLY A CHOICE. IT’S A CURSE.