Mar 02, 2006 21:17
I FUCKING HATE MY PARENTS.
i told my dad about COB in april.
saying i wanna go.
and i just want to tell him ahead of time.
i tell him the information.
and he tells me im lying.
im not fucking lying.
he wont fucking trust me.
im not a fucking bad horrible person
i dont lie, i dont decease people.
god fucking what the hell do i have to do.
god i wanna fucking see COB so fucking bad.
and he and his fucking rules are pissing me the FUCK off.
"if they serve alchohol, YOUR NOT GOING!"
fucking what have i done to deserve this.
okay like a 2 drink minium will probably be there.
you cant fucking get drunk after 2 drinks
and if one of you people are reading this, and know better than be, or that that isnt true,
then i guess i dont know shit, and im the idiot.
just fucking A.
im sick of all the fucking rules.
its fucking gay.
going to shows is FUN to me.
why wont they let me have FUN.
and just for once, not worry about other things.
just let it go. fucking GAH.
and i tell my dad
"well you have to learn to trust me one of these days."
and he says
"i dont have to do anything, dont tell me how to act!"
i hate that about parents. were not fucking telling you how to act. and quit taking advantage of your job as a parent, quit taking advantage of your highness, we know your the fucking ruler of the house.
you dont need to fucking yell in my face, and tell me that your the parent. I KNOW.
GAHHH I NEED TO GO PUNCH SOMETHING.
GHAISHDKASDJKSALGAHHHH.