I'm makin the difference
This break has been very relaxing.
No drama, despite yesterday afternoon, which ended in apologies from me.
I had to suck up my dignity and my stubbornness which is always hard when you always think you're right.
But, yeah I wasn't entirely right once again.
So I still had to stay home because I said some shitty things that were pretty unnecessary.
My damn, filthy mouth. Oh well, I had a good time with myself and Mr. Robin Williams (Live on Broadway)
The thing I love about my parents is that they don't hold grudges once you confront them and apologize for whatever you did. But, the hard part is confronting them and apologizing, so, once you're over that-- they completely forgive you and we're back on good terms.
It's a vicious cycle, really.
I really think my parents see me as being manipulative and a liar. But, yeah I am at times to do the things I want to do. You see, I just can't say.. "Hey Mohammed or Cory or Dustin or whoever is gonna pick me up and we're gonna go out." They'll will immediately come to the conclusion that I'm running around town smoking pot, drinking, etc. etc. So to get around that dilemma, I naturally lie and say- "Hey, I'm going to the movies with Becky." Deceiving, hell yeah it is. But, it's a never ending lying scheme that I have to play. I don't like doing it, and it's fucking stressful, but jesus to have some fucking leeway in my life I gotta do what I gotta do. I have to work around my parents and yes, it is very manipulative. So, I'm obviously gonna keep doing it, just like any other teenager who lies to their parents. I mean it's not like I lie to my parents every time I go out... no, no, no. I think you know what I mean.
So now my parents have decided that I'm grounded again --because the past couple of nights they said I've been "lucky", bastards, they just forgot.
I think I'm gonna finish some homework and then I can hopefully go out tonight.
It really feels like Sunday, it's creepy and I hate it because I fucking hate Sundays.
No drama, despite yesterday afternoon, which ended in apologies from me.
I had to suck up my dignity and my stubbornness which is always hard when you always think you're right.
But, yeah I wasn't entirely right once again.
So I still had to stay home because I said some shitty things that were pretty unnecessary.
My damn, filthy mouth. Oh well, I had a good time with myself and Mr. Robin Williams (Live on Broadway)
The thing I love about my parents is that they don't hold grudges once you confront them and apologize for whatever you did. But, the hard part is confronting them and apologizing, so, once you're over that-- they completely forgive you and we're back on good terms.
It's a vicious cycle, really.
I really think my parents see me as being manipulative and a liar. But, yeah I am at times to do the things I want to do. You see, I just can't say.. "Hey Mohammed or Cory or Dustin or whoever is gonna pick me up and we're gonna go out." They'll will immediately come to the conclusion that I'm running around town smoking pot, drinking, etc. etc. So to get around that dilemma, I naturally lie and say- "Hey, I'm going to the movies with Becky." Deceiving, hell yeah it is. But, it's a never ending lying scheme that I have to play. I don't like doing it, and it's fucking stressful, but jesus to have some fucking leeway in my life I gotta do what I gotta do. I have to work around my parents and yes, it is very manipulative. So, I'm obviously gonna keep doing it, just like any other teenager who lies to their parents. I mean it's not like I lie to my parents every time I go out... no, no, no. I think you know what I mean.
So now my parents have decided that I'm grounded again --because the past couple of nights they said I've been "lucky", bastards, they just forgot.
I think I'm gonna finish some homework and then I can hopefully go out tonight.
It really feels like Sunday, it's creepy and I hate it because I fucking hate Sundays.