Jade really wishes her home life wasn't so screwed up. She wishes that her dad would take more than three days off from work every year, and maybe start loving her a little bit. She wishes that her mom would stop drinking for a day- just a day. She wishes that the sounds of them yelling at each other wouldn't travel up the stairs and that her pillow and blankets could drown it out.
It's not easy to blame someone else for your problems. It's not easy to wake up every morning and tell yourself you're normal, that you would be normal if it weren't for them. That if you didn't see the way your dad runs off with other women then you wouldn't be so possessive of Beck. That if you didn't hear the yelling all the time you might not get so much joy- sheer joy- out of shouting at people and hurting them.
Because at the end of the day you're not normal. Jade's not normal. And as much as she wants to sat it's her parents fault, she can't help but feel like there's some part of her that's just wrong. Inherently wrong.