FUCK
I'M GOING TO VENT NOW, OKAY?
I am eight teen years old. I go to Myers Park High School, and my life is pretty cool sometimes.
Next year I will most likely be attending Central Piedmont Community College, for lots of different reasons. One - I don't really know for sure what I want to do with my life. Two - It wil save my parents a lot of money. Three - I like Charlotte so I will take transfer classes and transfer to UNCC and yes I will actually take transfer classes and TRANSFER. So, as of now... that is my plan if I don't get into UNCC. Whatever.
I'm having a really shitty time.
Everyday of my life theres shit going on at my house that I'm so so so so so so so so so very tired of, really, I am so fucking tired of it. I have twin sisters. They attend Myers Park High School with me.
That in a nutshell is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me, or our relationship. I love my sisters more than anything in the world, and I would be devastated if anything bad ever happened to either one of them. They look just like me, and their cute, and sweet, and what they like to think is caring. But at the same time with all of this love, I really can't fucking stand living with them. And I really can't stand lots of stuff about them. Sometimes I try to sit down and ponder what the fuck is so different about our brains, and the way we think. I guess if you wanted to say it quickly you could say that I'm just crazy, and their so.... not.
I don't know I'm obviously a lot more open minded than them, and I get so sick of their naive 9th grader criticism. But more than that I get so sick of them being such little snitches.
One shitty thing about arguing with people is when there is something that they are doing that is really wrecking your nerves, but you can't think of any specific instances or specific examples to back up your claim. Well at least thats what always happens to me when I'm arguing. Then as soon as the argument is over you think of all of these great examples... fuck.
Well since I'm just venting.... I have lots and lots of examples. (read: I know anyone that is reading this is like "Oh my gosh, she is so lame for going on and on about her 9th grade sisters, but let me just say - no one will ever understand except maybe Bets how much this petty bullshit that they are obsessed with thinking about and expressing to me, and my parents, and the rest of my family; effects my life - so that is why)
-Yesterday my sister Ashton and I got into an argument about me having her batteries .... when I don't. And I got so fucking irritated I said the words "I don't have your God damn batteries"..... it wasn't but like maybe 15 minutes before my dad was calling me telling me how irresponsible i am for saying these things, and asking questions like " ARE THERE ANY LINES YOU WOULDN'T LIKE TO CROSS, MADISON?".......... LOVE IT!
-The day after Christmas my sisters took Drivers Ed. behind the wheel. I have a car and sometimes my parents make me drive them places - and hell sometimes I even take them places out of the fucking kindness in my little heart. Well apparently my sisters now think I'm a crazy driver. They constantly have smart ass comments to make to me about the way I drive. Guess who else now likes to constantly give me a hard time about the way I drive now? My parents. Blah Blah Blah. Yes, sometimes i speed, I mean jesus I have a stick shift - if course sometimes I have SPEED. WHY WOULDN'T I?? IT'S FUCKING FUN. No I don't constantly speed, but on certain roads I do. I'm careful though it's not like it's outrageous. Whatever, I just won't be taking them anywhere.... which is completely fine by me! sucks for them.
I really could go on and on about how their always (may I repeat ALWAYS) in my business. And getting on me about the decisions I make and the decisions my friends make, and the decisions my boyfriend makes. God, they don't even know half the things that go on in my life and I can only imagine what they would think of me if they did. I got a tattoo.... wow. They both lectured me about how awful this was.... and now have smart comments to make about it all the time. I get high sometimes.... I sincerely think that I'm going to rot in hell because of this. They tell me all the time about how God wouldn't be pleased with me. I'm just disgusted. I'm itching for the day when they grow up just a little so we can actually be close and stop pretending like we are.
I'm not a fake person I pretty much say what I think all the time, and I wear my emotions on my sleeve. And I'm usually not ashamed of the things that I do - the sooner they realize these things.... the better.
also - (for rebecca!!)
look at the LIGHTING! <3