My Body Is Escaping but what about the rest of me
My body is having this weird tingling sensation as I anxiously await for the sun to go down. . .Then I can head out on my walk. I have recently gotten into a tiff with my parents. Last night, I was talking to them and my dad out of the blue said something about me acting like a girl and that I need to stop. Then, my step mom said something about it too. I got my hair cut yesterday and got my hair highlighted and she said if the hair is what's making me act more girly then we have got to put a stop to this. I kinda grunted and looked at them with this bewilderment.
I'm far more superior than my parents and they should just realize that. That's why our relationship is so strained. I just know that in my last life, I was probably their parents and they are now getting back at me for grounding them or something.
Well, I'm frustrated with them right now. Tomorrow, we have a family therapy session. I'm dreading this because we are about to go on vacation (Where? I don't know.) and Harry Potter comes out on Friday at midnight. . .and I have no urge to get into a fight right before Harry Potter comes out because whatever results tomorrow could damage my chances of purchasing the book at midnight on Friday. I know that's not the end of the world. . but ITS FUN. And I can't afford to not have fun right now. My summer is hell because I'm trapped in Arkansas, miles away from long lost friends and even more miles from friends who are around to this day.
Oh yes, I'm currently distressed about this new reality show called Brat Camp. It's about all of these troubled teens who are forced to go out and live in the wilderness in Oregon where all of the drama unfolds for the camera. Now, after my year in residential treatment centers, I know about these wilderness programs (not to mention, I have friends from RLS who attended them as well. . .) anyways, I don't agree with troubled teen therapy. I just don't. I don't agree with parents forcing their kids into things like that and I'm certainly not going to agree with this reality show (yes, for once, I disagree with reality television). I don't think it's right to expose teenagers to the viewing public like this. It makes me so angry to think about it. It's not right. It's not right. It's not right. ITS NOT RIGHT! I could just puke it makes me so angry. I am embarrassed about how I had to be sent away. And I had to be sent away for no god damn reason. I have no reason to be embarrassed. But how do you think it feels to tell someone why you absent from your sophomore year of high school? How do you think it's going to feel to explain to my kids someday when they ask me why I don't have a sophomore year yearbook? How do you think it feels to look at the people who sent you there everyday with them thinking they did the most right thing in the world? It's shitty, that's what it is. And I should definitely tell them that tomorrow when we have therapy. I will never be able to forgive them. I won't. I won't I won't. It's the same way with them, they will never say they did the wrong thing. And if they do, it's a lie. They know good and well that I lied my way out of that place. Telling them how horrible I was and how bad a kid I am. Fuck that, I'm the most amazing person they'll ever meet. Just get over yourself Dad and step mom, y'all can go eat shit.
Sorry, I had a little outburst. I just hope you understand the rage. I have to live a lie. Let's just say one thing though, six months. In exactly six months tomorrow, I will be turning eighteen and I won't have to go through with this bullshit unless if I want to. I will though. . because I have to get to college somehow. And I want a car. As much as I stick by my morals, I'm also materialistic and will do what I have to to get what I want before I let myself go.
I'm far more superior than my parents and they should just realize that. That's why our relationship is so strained. I just know that in my last life, I was probably their parents and they are now getting back at me for grounding them or something.
Well, I'm frustrated with them right now. Tomorrow, we have a family therapy session. I'm dreading this because we are about to go on vacation (Where? I don't know.) and Harry Potter comes out on Friday at midnight. . .and I have no urge to get into a fight right before Harry Potter comes out because whatever results tomorrow could damage my chances of purchasing the book at midnight on Friday. I know that's not the end of the world. . but ITS FUN. And I can't afford to not have fun right now. My summer is hell because I'm trapped in Arkansas, miles away from long lost friends and even more miles from friends who are around to this day.
Oh yes, I'm currently distressed about this new reality show called Brat Camp. It's about all of these troubled teens who are forced to go out and live in the wilderness in Oregon where all of the drama unfolds for the camera. Now, after my year in residential treatment centers, I know about these wilderness programs (not to mention, I have friends from RLS who attended them as well. . .) anyways, I don't agree with troubled teen therapy. I just don't. I don't agree with parents forcing their kids into things like that and I'm certainly not going to agree with this reality show (yes, for once, I disagree with reality television). I don't think it's right to expose teenagers to the viewing public like this. It makes me so angry to think about it. It's not right. It's not right. It's not right. ITS NOT RIGHT! I could just puke it makes me so angry. I am embarrassed about how I had to be sent away. And I had to be sent away for no god damn reason. I have no reason to be embarrassed. But how do you think it feels to tell someone why you absent from your sophomore year of high school? How do you think it's going to feel to explain to my kids someday when they ask me why I don't have a sophomore year yearbook? How do you think it feels to look at the people who sent you there everyday with them thinking they did the most right thing in the world? It's shitty, that's what it is. And I should definitely tell them that tomorrow when we have therapy. I will never be able to forgive them. I won't. I won't I won't. It's the same way with them, they will never say they did the wrong thing. And if they do, it's a lie. They know good and well that I lied my way out of that place. Telling them how horrible I was and how bad a kid I am. Fuck that, I'm the most amazing person they'll ever meet. Just get over yourself Dad and step mom, y'all can go eat shit.
Sorry, I had a little outburst. I just hope you understand the rage. I have to live a lie. Let's just say one thing though, six months. In exactly six months tomorrow, I will be turning eighteen and I won't have to go through with this bullshit unless if I want to. I will though. . because I have to get to college somehow. And I want a car. As much as I stick by my morals, I'm also materialistic and will do what I have to to get what I want before I let myself go.