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I HATE BEING HOME
I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH
I HATE THE FACT THAT MY PARENTS DON'T TRUST ME, THAT I DON'T HAVE ANY MORE FREEDOM, THAT THEY HAVEN'T BECOME ANY MORE RELAXED ABOUT ANYTHING FOR THE PAST LIKE 3 YEARS.
It's like "Hi I'm home from college, I'm gunna go hang out with some friends for a bit" ... "Please be home by 10" ... "Fine"
WTF, HOME BY 10, WHO HAS A CURFEW OF 10 @ AGE 19?
and, of course 12 is much better twice a week!?!
WTF!!
And I can't talk to them
Cause I've already tried and it failed, THEY like to go to bed early, so I have to be home when they go to bed, cause they wait up for me, and even if they didn't wait up for me, I'd wake them up from my coming home anyways and piss them off
I HATE IT SO MUCH
I JUST WANT TO SCREAM AT THEM
I WANNA BE LIKE
"YES I AM YOUR DAUGHTER AND YES I DO STUFF YOU WOULD NEVER APPROVE OF BUT DEAL WITH IT"
...but I can't, I would get in so much trouble
and of course [back to the curfew thing] i can't stay over people's houses, cause my parents won't let me stay over guy's houses [even if they knew he was gay]
And i doubt they'd let me stay over a girl's house, cause they would question what we were doing.... WTF?! My friend is having a birthday party at her cape house and it's stay over and my mom doesn't want to let me go?!?!
WTF!!
I haven't even told her there are gunna be guys, for all she knows it's all girls
and she says NO
I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW
and to top t off i just blew up at my mom cause Monday when I got back from art class I put my artwork [including a wet painting] on top of the dryer...
My mom goes today [knowing that our drier has issues and violently shakes when used] and uses the dryer, and then comes upstairs and was like "can you pick up the mess your art stuff made, it fell off of the dryer"
I was so mad
SHE KNEW IT DIDN'T STAY STILL WHILE DRYING, SHE COULD HAVE ASKED ME TO MOVE IT, BUT NO... OF COURSE NOT, SHE'S NOT THAT NICE [BUT OF COURSE I FIGURED SHE'D BE NICE AND ASK ME TO MOVE IT BEFORE SHE DRIED ANYTHING... GUESS I WAS WRONG]
ME = ANGRY...
OK, SO I HATE HOME, NONE OF MY FRIEND... I WANNA BRING YOU ALL AWAY WITH ME AWAY FROM MY HOUSE
I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH
I HATE THE FACT THAT MY PARENTS DON'T TRUST ME, THAT I DON'T HAVE ANY MORE FREEDOM, THAT THEY HAVEN'T BECOME ANY MORE RELAXED ABOUT ANYTHING FOR THE PAST LIKE 3 YEARS.
It's like "Hi I'm home from college, I'm gunna go hang out with some friends for a bit" ... "Please be home by 10" ... "Fine"
WTF, HOME BY 10, WHO HAS A CURFEW OF 10 @ AGE 19?
and, of course 12 is much better twice a week!?!
WTF!!
And I can't talk to them
Cause I've already tried and it failed, THEY like to go to bed early, so I have to be home when they go to bed, cause they wait up for me, and even if they didn't wait up for me, I'd wake them up from my coming home anyways and piss them off
I HATE IT SO MUCH
I JUST WANT TO SCREAM AT THEM
I WANNA BE LIKE
"YES I AM YOUR DAUGHTER AND YES I DO STUFF YOU WOULD NEVER APPROVE OF BUT DEAL WITH IT"
...but I can't, I would get in so much trouble
and of course [back to the curfew thing] i can't stay over people's houses, cause my parents won't let me stay over guy's houses [even if they knew he was gay]
And i doubt they'd let me stay over a girl's house, cause they would question what we were doing.... WTF?! My friend is having a birthday party at her cape house and it's stay over and my mom doesn't want to let me go?!?!
WTF!!
I haven't even told her there are gunna be guys, for all she knows it's all girls
and she says NO
I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW
and to top t off i just blew up at my mom cause Monday when I got back from art class I put my artwork [including a wet painting] on top of the dryer...
My mom goes today [knowing that our drier has issues and violently shakes when used] and uses the dryer, and then comes upstairs and was like "can you pick up the mess your art stuff made, it fell off of the dryer"
I was so mad
SHE KNEW IT DIDN'T STAY STILL WHILE DRYING, SHE COULD HAVE ASKED ME TO MOVE IT, BUT NO... OF COURSE NOT, SHE'S NOT THAT NICE [BUT OF COURSE I FIGURED SHE'D BE NICE AND ASK ME TO MOVE IT BEFORE SHE DRIED ANYTHING... GUESS I WAS WRONG]
ME = ANGRY...
OK, SO I HATE HOME, NONE OF MY FRIEND... I WANNA BRING YOU ALL AWAY WITH ME AWAY FROM MY HOUSE