Fuck Parents.
I got in a huge fight with my mom tonight. She was giving me a bunch shit about being a "fuck-off" this summer. (Figurative) God forbid I spend my time off from school to have fun. She got mad at me for trying to go out because I "shouldn't know anyone downtown," (as if I should confine my friendships to people within my age group) and threatened to sell the car I drive to school so I'd have to take the bus for an hour a day. Then she threatened to make me go back to PALY, instead of Middle College... I flipped out and spent an hour screaming at her.
Maybe I should live with at my Dad's house. It kind of seems that being somewhat ignored would be better than being controlled all the time. Heh, I could also go to the new Ikea that I hate whenever I want!
Anyway, I'm really pissed at my mom right now. Maybe instead of getting into traveling, squatting, shoplifting, and rioting for the political/survival/fun aspects of it all, I should do it just to spite her. That'd sure be a blow to her suburban dream...
Maybe I should live with at my Dad's house. It kind of seems that being somewhat ignored would be better than being controlled all the time. Heh, I could also go to the new Ikea that I hate whenever I want!
Anyway, I'm really pissed at my mom right now. Maybe instead of getting into traveling, squatting, shoplifting, and rioting for the political/survival/fun aspects of it all, I should do it just to spite her. That'd sure be a blow to her suburban dream...