Well, fuck!
Dear sweet son of a gods damned dark blue priest and a purple two bit whore. My parents don't trust me.
I'm not sure which is more alarming --the fact itself or that it took me so friggin' long to realize.
Damnit. That is rediculously annoying. Run away from home once or twice, be stubborn to your father for invading your privacy once, stay up too late on the phone twice, forget a few little homework assignments, and bam.
Why the fuck does a seventeen year old have a nine friggin o'clock bedtime anyways? Note: Not curfew, ie, time I should be home. Bedtime.
It's nice to have parents that actually give a shit about, you know, parenting. To an extent. Recent skirmishes have gone way fucking past that extent.
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~Sor
MOOP!
Also: Hi mom. I'm full aware you read this. See notes on privacy invasion. *smiles bittersweetly*
I'm not sure which is more alarming --the fact itself or that it took me so friggin' long to realize.
Damnit. That is rediculously annoying. Run away from home once or twice, be stubborn to your father for invading your privacy once, stay up too late on the phone twice, forget a few little homework assignments, and bam.
Why the fuck does a seventeen year old have a nine friggin o'clock bedtime anyways? Note: Not curfew, ie, time I should be home. Bedtime.
It's nice to have parents that actually give a shit about, you know, parenting. To an extent. Recent skirmishes have gone way fucking past that extent.
[/rant.]
~Sor
MOOP!
Also: Hi mom. I'm full aware you read this. See notes on privacy invasion. *smiles bittersweetly*