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The day before school resumes is a very depressing one...its near impossible to not be depressed. It may be wrong to feel this way but I liked it more when my mom was in the hospital...I mean she wasnt up in my business, trying to establish some bond that was never there or long smothered by her overprotective tendencies. I mean when she was gone I could do whatever the hell I wanted to for the most part...my dad was too busy to deal with me. Sad but true...it was one of the happiest weeks of my life. I almost felt real. I hate all the lame ass rules my parents lay out. I'm 17 fucking years old...I need to fuck up now or else I'm going to do it later in life. The more they try to repress me, the more I feel the need to break away.