Let me see your mamaries

Jul 29, 2007 13:39

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1. Um, lulz apparently my friends don't fit my image. Of course my higher level aura is too much and I must look so bad walking around the mall with my friends. Alright because friends are about looking good, not the person, at all.
2. My dad is awesome but not when he gets mad over dumb shit and then turns it around so when I respond after he provokes me it seems like I'm the one making a big deal out of something tiny. How fucking cute of him to do something like that. My surprise is how I didn't expect it. I forgot that I'm his daughter and we're exactly the same when we're angry. He brings up how it's gross and disrespectful for people to cuss, and because the only person he's ever seen cuss has been Alex (in my IM box) this means that Alex has totally lost ranking in social status for him. Danny doesn't curse, Maria doesn't curse, NO ONE CURSES OBV. except Alex. And of course, since apparently I'm so deeply influenced with what my friends do, I must cuss as much like them. Yeah I cuss/have cursed, but it wasn't because I thought it was the cool thing to do and I decided to copy my friends. I started cursing late 7th grade. Only time I cussed before that was in anger/rage/woe in the 6th grade. My cousins curse all the time in front of their god damned PARENTS and it's disgusting. I am more respectable than that, okay?
3. My mom thinks I have the power to give my friends new wardrobes. Once again apparently it is my concern what other people wear around me. Why am I not a stupid girl? Why am I instead, this calm, quiet individual? Why don't my friends have a terrible sense of humor and an IQ of less than 10 to acompany it too? That sounds pretty cool.
4. I hate it when my mom is like, "You always get mad for things like this about Alex and your friends, every time." It's not because I'm one of those goons who's like, "Friends mean everything to me in the whole entire world! I would do anything for them!" because that's not the case, I see family first and then friends. Close for first but not quite. I adore my friends, and I would do so much for them, but they're not my first priority. There is no "friends first" business in my town. I hope this doesn't make me sound like a dick face who doesn't care about anyone, because I do care about people. But sadly I have this high belief that my friends may not always be there for me, being that it's happened already so many times in my life. It's just the way I am.
5. My mom keeps telling me to go fix my room and shit but then my grandmother is calling downstairs to ask her for help for some fifteens related things and my mother is reluctant to go downstairs. Very convinient.
6. Look at me, I'm cursing, God is going to smite me! Fuck shit bitch cock balls cunt.
7. When my mom's in a bad mood, good lawd she lets everyone know. And it's awesome too because when we respond and tell her to stop being so damn aggressive, she turns it around like if we've done something. Alright.

I love my parents. I really do. I adore my parents. I'm so glad I don't have USSR parents or stupid immature parents who don't take care of their children. I'm glad my mom and dad are hard workers and do their best and are amazing people. I love them. But they're so stupid sometimes. I hate this age. Because whatever I say is either, a.) my hormones, b.) "She's a teenager, it's her age," or c.) completely disregarded. I'm tired of everything.

Except for this line:
I see a face like stone, eyes like ice, mouth so sweetly telling lies
I wish you felt the way that I still do, the way that I still do
But you don't
You don't feel anymore
You don't care anymore
It's all gone
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