Jun 12, 2005 23:10
I was so angry earlier I wanted to runaway.
Runaway from EVERYTHING and everyone. No more people pretending to be my friends. I can take a hint. No more curfews, restrictions, bitching, yelling, hitting, ANYTHING from my parents.
No more customers talking to me like I'm nothing. FUCK YOU you're on food stamps and you look down on ME?
I'm bitched at all day at work, I come home and you start in on me. You act like I don't do anything, I have a job! Some fucking summer. I'm working and I don't even go out because of you. I HATE IT here.
We used to be so close, like best friends. No matter what happened, you knew what to say. Are you jealous? Because my life is going somewhere? Because I'm leaving you? GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER and don't ruin my life. You're a joke. You're out of touch with the world and you sure as HELL don't know how to be a parent.
I HATE YOU BOTH.
I'm done.