Grow Some Guts
So, I'm sitting on my bed, bored as fuck, with butterflies in my stomach because I want to go ask my dad if I can go out. I know I'm supposed to be grounded, but I don't want him to say no.
I guess the reason I have butterflies is because he hasn't been so mad these past two days and I don't want this to make him mad all over again. I mean, I've been being easy to get along with, I haven't been moping, I've been productive. He should let me out.
And besides, I need cigarettes, I have volunteer work to do, and I'm getting really sick of turning down EVERYONE who hits me up to kick it. I feel like a loser and I wanna go out and.... not be a loser.
Alright. Going to ask him. Wish me luck!
I guess the reason I have butterflies is because he hasn't been so mad these past two days and I don't want this to make him mad all over again. I mean, I've been being easy to get along with, I haven't been moping, I've been productive. He should let me out.
And besides, I need cigarettes, I have volunteer work to do, and I'm getting really sick of turning down EVERYONE who hits me up to kick it. I feel like a loser and I wanna go out and.... not be a loser.
Alright. Going to ask him. Wish me luck!