im not who i used to be...
my dad is really, shall we say, interested in my life now. its like, all of a suden he realized i have friends and he is afraid im gonna get into trouble. he listened to all the music on my computer and he said i have to delete the songs with fuck in them. thats like half of them. then he asked if i used that kind of language. well i never lie to him, so i told him i do. but everyone i know does. except maybe 2 or 3 ppl. even miranda does. the fact that i curse coupled with the fact that i like a wiccan chick, and also the sharp objects on my bookbag and the mushroom stuff, not to mention my music, that all makes dad think im some sort of drug addicted punk head-banger. and he never thought i was like that before. hello? heads up dad, its me, your son. nice to meet you... last night was really bad. i wanted to get away from him. he wanted me to be just like he wants. so, i am supposed to stop cursing and delete all my bad music. i guess im not who u thought, and i wish you would you lay off and leave me alone. i dont want to be like you. i want to be with friends people i love . and if i wanted to drink or do drugs i would. and im sorry but you cant change me...