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If I'm 16 for TWO MORE FUCKING SECONDS I WILL SCREAM!! I hate not being able to do things that I can do because my parents won't let me, for fucking stupid reasons. And it's not...even...FUCK!
EVERY FUCKING WEEK! All of the time. "No. You can't. Ben's 18 and we can't stop him but you can't go." You might as well just say "Hey stupid, now that you're finally out of diapers...well it sure took you long enough! Ya dumb fuck. Now the next step is solid foods."
I don't claim to know everything. I DO claim to know that I can ride my bike just as well as Ben and Eric and I should be able to get my ear pierced if I damn well want to.
I'm going to go crazy in this place for a whole nother year. I'll bet they don't have people on college campuses telling students when they can ride their bikes and when they can't. Okay, I whined about it...you'd whine too if you didn't always get your way.
Ha ha, that last part was a bit of self-depreciating irony, because I'm now beginning to realize what a spoiled fuckface I sound like.
God DAMN I hate being self-aware. Why can't I just be content to prattle about flip-flops, fashion, drinking massive ammounts of alcohol, and cellphones? O tis a burden to be a 44-year-old intellectual trapped in a 16-year-old's body.
Julia
EVERY FUCKING WEEK! All of the time. "No. You can't. Ben's 18 and we can't stop him but you can't go." You might as well just say "Hey stupid, now that you're finally out of diapers...well it sure took you long enough! Ya dumb fuck. Now the next step is solid foods."
I don't claim to know everything. I DO claim to know that I can ride my bike just as well as Ben and Eric and I should be able to get my ear pierced if I damn well want to.
I'm going to go crazy in this place for a whole nother year. I'll bet they don't have people on college campuses telling students when they can ride their bikes and when they can't. Okay, I whined about it...you'd whine too if you didn't always get your way.
Ha ha, that last part was a bit of self-depreciating irony, because I'm now beginning to realize what a spoiled fuckface I sound like.
God DAMN I hate being self-aware. Why can't I just be content to prattle about flip-flops, fashion, drinking massive ammounts of alcohol, and cellphones? O tis a burden to be a 44-year-old intellectual trapped in a 16-year-old's body.
Julia