you wound me with your eyes...
all she ever does is tell me how awful i am.
we fought again and now the tears are streaming down my face...
sorry i'm an awful person for doing well in school and being nice to you and not doing stupid things i'll regret sorry you don't like poeple who go to shows because they have too many peircings...
i'm soo happy you think i'm trash. i'm so happy you told me that you wont pay for my college or anything if i get a third hole in my ear.. even after i turn 18.. not like it would be a new hole since it is already there, if i take out the piercing nothing new will have been created. so glad to know you'd excommunicate me and not let me come home for holidays and wont aid me during my college years when you send my sister to a $40,000 school, granted she has scholarships.. oh wait that's right she has four holes and used to get drunk off her ass, completely shitfaced every weekend senior year but because i choose to respect your rules and hang out with great people and go to *gasp* the park to swing and then come back to our house to *gasp* watch movies i guess i desrve the excomunication...
anyways it's not about that.
it's about calling me trash for have friends who are different and being able to see the good in them and not always focusing on the bad.
it's about the respect you lack to show for me and the privileges you take away when i'm good..
it's about pulling me back to fight more and not letting me leave so i don't hurt you.. i don't want to hurt you thats why i walk away and hold back.. i have never once called you a bitch (to your face) or cursed in front of you, like ever other kid does to their mother, never and that's why i'm trash
sorry i'm such a disapointment.
i will never be good enough.
and i will never deserve your respect, because anything i do enters your head as bad.. even when it's good.. because all i ever do is "yell" at you right? cuz that's what i do.. even when my friends are there.. yeah that's it. guess i'm trash cuz i never have yelled at you..
sorry i haven't rebelled this year and done all the stupid shit i did last year and i'm sorry that when i get happy you have to bring me down.. if that's what it takes..
i'm sorry i don't share the same interests as you and that makes me a trash.
you called me trash and thus makes lauranne trash for doing what i do.. but wait you said she isn't.. humm makes sense.. oh and then you take it back.. that i'm not trash.
i'm glad that you say you are always great because you buy me shit, well get a clue when you bother me endlessly to go to the mall..and we go and you buy me stuff.. i never ask for it, you say i'm buying you stuff.. love isn't bought
awesome you rock as a mother. i'm glad you make me smile.
:(
[edit] i can't spell and i'm not fixing it [/edit]
we fought again and now the tears are streaming down my face...
sorry i'm an awful person for doing well in school and being nice to you and not doing stupid things i'll regret sorry you don't like poeple who go to shows because they have too many peircings...
i'm soo happy you think i'm trash. i'm so happy you told me that you wont pay for my college or anything if i get a third hole in my ear.. even after i turn 18.. not like it would be a new hole since it is already there, if i take out the piercing nothing new will have been created. so glad to know you'd excommunicate me and not let me come home for holidays and wont aid me during my college years when you send my sister to a $40,000 school, granted she has scholarships.. oh wait that's right she has four holes and used to get drunk off her ass, completely shitfaced every weekend senior year but because i choose to respect your rules and hang out with great people and go to *gasp* the park to swing and then come back to our house to *gasp* watch movies i guess i desrve the excomunication...
anyways it's not about that.
it's about calling me trash for have friends who are different and being able to see the good in them and not always focusing on the bad.
it's about the respect you lack to show for me and the privileges you take away when i'm good..
it's about pulling me back to fight more and not letting me leave so i don't hurt you.. i don't want to hurt you thats why i walk away and hold back.. i have never once called you a bitch (to your face) or cursed in front of you, like ever other kid does to their mother, never and that's why i'm trash
sorry i'm such a disapointment.
i will never be good enough.
and i will never deserve your respect, because anything i do enters your head as bad.. even when it's good.. because all i ever do is "yell" at you right? cuz that's what i do.. even when my friends are there.. yeah that's it. guess i'm trash cuz i never have yelled at you..
sorry i haven't rebelled this year and done all the stupid shit i did last year and i'm sorry that when i get happy you have to bring me down.. if that's what it takes..
i'm sorry i don't share the same interests as you and that makes me a trash.
you called me trash and thus makes lauranne trash for doing what i do.. but wait you said she isn't.. humm makes sense.. oh and then you take it back.. that i'm not trash.
i'm glad that you say you are always great because you buy me shit, well get a clue when you bother me endlessly to go to the mall..and we go and you buy me stuff.. i never ask for it, you say i'm buying you stuff.. love isn't bought
awesome you rock as a mother. i'm glad you make me smile.
:(
[edit] i can't spell and i'm not fixing it [/edit]