Dear Daddy.
Did you know there is a way for me to track who reads this stuff and how many times it's been read? How immature do you have to be to snoop around on the internet? Yes I know it's public, and yeah I shouldn't put stuff on the internet I don't want anyone to read, but I don't really think that matters. You are supposed to be an adult. Have you read anything that hurts yet? Well let me go ahead and tell you a little something since I know you're reading.
Does it suprise you I want to move out?
I can't even live in a house with any sense of privacy at all. You say I'm an adult...yeah yeah yeah, well guess what, you're not setting a good example. How do you expect me to be mature about anything when I'm not allowed to do very much. My computer time is limited, and every move I make is watched with the closest of eyes. I can't even have an instant messaging program. Too bad that didn't work out for you, it's still on my phone. You think I can't manage a car payment on my own just because I don't do the dishes right? Well what about your finances? I'm sorry, I don't think you qualify as someone who knows very much at all. I know more about you and "your life" than you may think. Just because I was young doesn't mean I don't remember how many times you and my mom couldn't pay for the house we were living in. I also remember what it was like to sit alone in my room all of the time crying, and boy, not a whole lot has changed with that. Moving out is a bad decision? I don't think I've ever known real happiness, what with the circumstances in which you resided in the house I lived in, the drugs I did, and all of the immature bull you're putting me through now. Yeah, you moved out, got married, and had a kid when you were about my age. We're just a little different. I'm not getting married, especially to someone I've only known for 6 weeks. I think we have a whole hell of a lot more planned than you guys did. Neither one of us are going to neglect school what so ever, and oh, guess what, no kids. You really think you know everything in the whole entire world, you've always thought that, but I hate to say you really don't. And I know a whole lot more than you may think. Like I said, I remember what it was like for you and my mom worrying about money and everything, you aren't the only one who experinced that. Kids know so much more than you think. Voices get loud and walls are thin. Did you ever stop to think that what you were doing was a bad idea? Guess you didn't have time at first, and if you did, you hid it with the alcohol, which made and still does make you an untolerable person to be around.
There really is a lot to say, and my head is spinning right now due to the fact that I am on a rampage, but one last thing. You think you know Wesley, but you don't, and you think you know me, but you sure as hell don't. Who are you to determine what makes me happy? That is one thing you can't control, sorry. Get mad, I don't get to tell anyone how I feel really, not anyone who makes me feel worthless at least, and I think you need to know some things, but I can't tell you any of them. If I do tell you I have an attitude.
Does it suprise you I want to move out?
I can't even live in a house with any sense of privacy at all. You say I'm an adult...yeah yeah yeah, well guess what, you're not setting a good example. How do you expect me to be mature about anything when I'm not allowed to do very much. My computer time is limited, and every move I make is watched with the closest of eyes. I can't even have an instant messaging program. Too bad that didn't work out for you, it's still on my phone. You think I can't manage a car payment on my own just because I don't do the dishes right? Well what about your finances? I'm sorry, I don't think you qualify as someone who knows very much at all. I know more about you and "your life" than you may think. Just because I was young doesn't mean I don't remember how many times you and my mom couldn't pay for the house we were living in. I also remember what it was like to sit alone in my room all of the time crying, and boy, not a whole lot has changed with that. Moving out is a bad decision? I don't think I've ever known real happiness, what with the circumstances in which you resided in the house I lived in, the drugs I did, and all of the immature bull you're putting me through now. Yeah, you moved out, got married, and had a kid when you were about my age. We're just a little different. I'm not getting married, especially to someone I've only known for 6 weeks. I think we have a whole hell of a lot more planned than you guys did. Neither one of us are going to neglect school what so ever, and oh, guess what, no kids. You really think you know everything in the whole entire world, you've always thought that, but I hate to say you really don't. And I know a whole lot more than you may think. Like I said, I remember what it was like for you and my mom worrying about money and everything, you aren't the only one who experinced that. Kids know so much more than you think. Voices get loud and walls are thin. Did you ever stop to think that what you were doing was a bad idea? Guess you didn't have time at first, and if you did, you hid it with the alcohol, which made and still does make you an untolerable person to be around.
There really is a lot to say, and my head is spinning right now due to the fact that I am on a rampage, but one last thing. You think you know Wesley, but you don't, and you think you know me, but you sure as hell don't. Who are you to determine what makes me happy? That is one thing you can't control, sorry. Get mad, I don't get to tell anyone how I feel really, not anyone who makes me feel worthless at least, and I think you need to know some things, but I can't tell you any of them. If I do tell you I have an attitude.