Let's fade into the sun - Let your spirit fly - Where we are one - Just for a little fun
So my mom is really pushing my buttons this morning. Gee, what is her freakin problem. She is so concerned about my "time managment". When is she going to learn that I am not two and I can do my school however I want to without her standing right by me holding my hand as if I needed help! I mean, come on! I've taught myself for the past 3 years, and I'm obviously doing okay with my time, so why now? Why is she all of a sudden concerned that I'm not getting my stuff done? My teachers are fine with me, so why shouldn't she be? Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I just want to leave this damn house and get out of this sucky ghetto town. I want to get away from "parental supervision" and live the way I see fit. My parents need to learn to trust me more when it comes to me being with my friends and stuff. What do they honestly think I'm going to do? Go have wild passionate sex in the bathroom!? Haha. Let's see, that is very unlikely. Well, you know, at least for a few years, right? :p Ugh, whatever. I guess my parents are just doing there job; making everything I do seem like crap and making it look like I have no future and stuff. Hey! You know what!!???? *screams* Just because I don't have a freaking career picked out and I don't have every single class I'm going to take in college for the next ten years doesn't mean my future is going to be crappiest thing ever! I'm not stupid! I just want to be a teenager! Not a thirty year old! You don't like it? Get over it!!!! I couldn't care less! Soooooo.....you can just kiss my ass!!
Oh ya, just for yalls info, I'm fixing to delete all my entires on this journal and get a new journal. Actually, I may transfer all my entries for this journal to my new one. The reason: my mother. Don't ask.
Oh ya, just for yalls info, I'm fixing to delete all my entires on this journal and get a new journal. Actually, I may transfer all my entries for this journal to my new one. The reason: my mother. Don't ask.