on and on, until we disappear
fucking a, fucking a. get me out of here. i want to run and run and never ever look back.
my parents "all- fucking- knowing" additude is ahhh, so damn old. the "we are your parents" or "i am 43 years old". god damn, who are u trying to raise. do u want your child to have any type of voice in the world? i really would like the know. i mean i get the whole respect thing or whatever but when they come at me attacking the way i do thing, attacking the way that has been working for me all last school year and this summer. i mean, im sorry, if my ALARM did not work this morning. but to sit there and go on about how im stupid for choosing to do things the way i do and ahhh.
its all just so sickening. i hope and pray that i dont treat my children that way. i want my children to have a voice, to have an opinion. true, i may have a different one from them, but why fight them over theirs. if they are passionate about something, support it. dont make a fight over how YOU are right and they are wrong. i swear i will stick something in my eye if i ever again her my father utter the words.."you are sixteen, you have no rights" GAH GAH GAH. dear lord. way to make your child feel like shit. shows why i have speaking problems. b/c my parents never let me speak or have an opinion of my own. oh yeah, and on another note, my mother thinks the reason im depressed is b/c i listen to "dark music" and that i should stop. she told me i should tell my shrink. thanks mom. i think you figured it all out. damn, let me listen to what i want. what i enjoy. i dont tell you what to listen to.
ok. well that was liberating and very much needed.