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i was stupid enough to mention painting the smokestack to my mom and of course now she won't let me. whatever. just another thing i'll miss out on this year.
i'm so sick and tired of not being able to do anything. i put up with her stupid rule of hanging out only once a week all summer and it sucked. and i know she's not going to let me hang out hardly at all during the school year and it's just lame. i hate not being able to go to any parties, hardly being able to hang out with everyone. i'm sure it's to the point now where people find it pointless to ask me to come to anything because they know that i'm not going to be able to go. i hate sitting home on saturday nights knowing that everyone, including my boyfriend, is out having a good time. i hate whining about this same thing over and over and over again. but it's not fair. i'm a good kid, i do what i'm supposed to do, why can't my mother just let me have a fucking social life once in awhile? stupid last fucking year of high school and my mom is going to make it pure hell. idk what to do. i can't stand living with the woman. i can't talk to her, i can't make her understand how incredibly unhappy she makes me. all the fucking time she criticizes me, yells at me. and then when i try to correct the things that she says i'm doing wrong she says I'm doing something else wrong. she hates everything about me, my hair, my clothes, my makeup, the way I talk, the way I walk, what I do, everything. WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! WHY DOES SHE WANT ME TO BE UNHAPPY?!
i'm so sick and tired of not being able to do anything. i put up with her stupid rule of hanging out only once a week all summer and it sucked. and i know she's not going to let me hang out hardly at all during the school year and it's just lame. i hate not being able to go to any parties, hardly being able to hang out with everyone. i'm sure it's to the point now where people find it pointless to ask me to come to anything because they know that i'm not going to be able to go. i hate sitting home on saturday nights knowing that everyone, including my boyfriend, is out having a good time. i hate whining about this same thing over and over and over again. but it's not fair. i'm a good kid, i do what i'm supposed to do, why can't my mother just let me have a fucking social life once in awhile? stupid last fucking year of high school and my mom is going to make it pure hell. idk what to do. i can't stand living with the woman. i can't talk to her, i can't make her understand how incredibly unhappy she makes me. all the fucking time she criticizes me, yells at me. and then when i try to correct the things that she says i'm doing wrong she says I'm doing something else wrong. she hates everything about me, my hair, my clothes, my makeup, the way I talk, the way I walk, what I do, everything. WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! WHY DOES SHE WANT ME TO BE UNHAPPY?!