take the money and RUN...
I'm so fucking pissed off right now.
Fucking IM SEVENTEEN.
im fUCKING SEVENTEEN I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT
she knows i sneak around! she knows and pretends not to.
and I know she knows and does nothing about it.
so im sitting here and shes talking to Virginia in the living room, and they're talking about what school im going to.
and she goes....I don't think I want her to go to SUNY, its too big and shes too sheltered.
I'm too sheltered.
So as soon as Virginia left I flipped the fuck out.
and I was like..IF IM FUCKING SHELTERED ITS YOUR FAULT.
i know I shouldn't even care.
and I don't. I don't at all because I know I'm not, and I know what I've seen and have dealt with.
But why does she still have to press that image on me like its mine?
all her friends and shit I shouldn't care about what they think of me
But I wish I could just talk to people as my equal. I wish they really knew who I was.
Who I am behind the words.
and not be known as the cute little girl who got good grades and went to church every fucking weekend.
I lead two separate lives and my parents don't know who I am.
And I keep it that way for a reason because they don't need to know it right now.
Dad needs to believe in that image just to make things easier
and mom needs to trust it because she cares too much.
and I keep up the act until I'm out of the house.
I just wish people would pretend a little longer, and not start to believe themselves.
Fucking IM SEVENTEEN.
im fUCKING SEVENTEEN I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT
she knows i sneak around! she knows and pretends not to.
and I know she knows and does nothing about it.
so im sitting here and shes talking to Virginia in the living room, and they're talking about what school im going to.
and she goes....I don't think I want her to go to SUNY, its too big and shes too sheltered.
I'm too sheltered.
So as soon as Virginia left I flipped the fuck out.
and I was like..IF IM FUCKING SHELTERED ITS YOUR FAULT.
i know I shouldn't even care.
and I don't. I don't at all because I know I'm not, and I know what I've seen and have dealt with.
But why does she still have to press that image on me like its mine?
all her friends and shit I shouldn't care about what they think of me
But I wish I could just talk to people as my equal. I wish they really knew who I was.
Who I am behind the words.
and not be known as the cute little girl who got good grades and went to church every fucking weekend.
I lead two separate lives and my parents don't know who I am.
And I keep it that way for a reason because they don't need to know it right now.
Dad needs to believe in that image just to make things easier
and mom needs to trust it because she cares too much.
and I keep up the act until I'm out of the house.
I just wish people would pretend a little longer, and not start to believe themselves.