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ah.... more om, more tears, more homework, and more parent lectures. this time, the most often used one, my time management skills. i kno i can't manage my time right. no need to reinforce that. i started crying. my parents were complaining that i had too many activities. so i said i wouldn't go to the movie tomorrow. then they got mad and said that i didn't understand the 'essence' of the 'discussion.' i don't like crying. i don't like feeling weak. i'm so hard headed. i'm still crying. my mom's sick, and she complained that she couldn't even take a nap, and i was stressing her out so much. she said i didn't realize it, that i didn't care. i do. i understand way too well. they don't understand that. but then maybe i'm the one who's wrong, and too strong headed. probably so. but it bugs me that they think they know what i'm thinking. but they don't. they obviously don't. i wish they wouldn't accuse me. but maybe i'm wrong. i probably am. i don't want to be wrong. it's hard to type while your crying and can't use your index finger. i don't like this. fell asleep last night doing my om costume. my mom got mad. i don't understand. i'm just a kid. but i wanna grow up. i really do. i cried. i'm sad. well. later.
~*Emily*~
~*Emily*~