>insert random mummbling here< .........Bunnies
"Tell me something."
The man sitting beside him stops and looks up from his reading to cast his glance on the other.
"Hmmmm?"
"What does it feel like to remember who you where?"
Yaaaay! I now have a live journal thanks to de9. and yes, my first entry is this little happy juju rant that I've been wanting to get out for a bit.
What does it feel like to remember who you where? What does it feel like to have a mother who hates who you are? Why wont she just let go?
For years I lived in a bubble, completly devoid of the outside world. Taught only what someone else wanted and learned only what they saw fit. But then the bubble was shattered, and I emerged. I saw the world outside. I saw what I could become and what lay beyond. I saw more than my mother ever showed me.
To put it all in a nutshell:
Bubble built!
de9 walks up to bubble "Oh what is this shit"
Chips away at bubble
Annie use TNT and make bubble go boom
Bubble Bad!
Lately, my mom tried to raise me a certain way and tried to mold me into a certain person. As such, I was never showed alot of diversity when I was younger. Hell, before I met de9, I listened to censored Nelly, never even knew what anime or Japan where, and didn't know about bi-sexuality, homo-sexuality etc.
Now that I've been showed those things and other ways of life, I've changed and became and am still becoming a person that my mom really doesn't like, at ALL, and she doesn't even know the half of it.
I don't know, she is my mom and I love her and all, I really do. But I think about her or talk to her and all that runs through my head is Linkin Park: "I want to be pushed aside so let me go! Let me take back my life!"
All my life I've never really done or had anything for myself that was completly my own. Right now I'm moving out of the towers and into a new apartment on Wadsworth which is so much nicer and cheaper as well. But my mom is pissed at the idea and thinks I should stay right where I am. It also erks me the fact that she calls and tells me all this shit on getting the new apartment to try to stump me and make me boudt the descision but it's things that I've already thought of and have taken care of. She doesn't understand the fact that I don't want to live in the towers anymore. I hate them.
I don't know, it's just that she tries to hard. Expects me to grow up to be just like her but she dooesn't realize the fact that I'm not like her, nor do i want to be. It seems now that all that I am in completly opposite of what she thinks. She started crying when I told her that I was bi-sexual and the only reason she gets through it now is the fact that she keeps telling herself that I don't know what I'm talking about.
But here is a clue, I do know exactly what I'm talking about. I have a boyfriend whom I love with all my heart and soul.
Eh, I don't know. For now I'm done rambling about all that stuff.
The man sitting beside him stops and looks up from his reading to cast his glance on the other.
"Hmmmm?"
"What does it feel like to remember who you where?"
Yaaaay! I now have a live journal thanks to de9. and yes, my first entry is this little happy juju rant that I've been wanting to get out for a bit.
What does it feel like to remember who you where? What does it feel like to have a mother who hates who you are? Why wont she just let go?
For years I lived in a bubble, completly devoid of the outside world. Taught only what someone else wanted and learned only what they saw fit. But then the bubble was shattered, and I emerged. I saw the world outside. I saw what I could become and what lay beyond. I saw more than my mother ever showed me.
To put it all in a nutshell:
Bubble built!
de9 walks up to bubble "Oh what is this shit"
Chips away at bubble
Annie use TNT and make bubble go boom
Bubble Bad!
Lately, my mom tried to raise me a certain way and tried to mold me into a certain person. As such, I was never showed alot of diversity when I was younger. Hell, before I met de9, I listened to censored Nelly, never even knew what anime or Japan where, and didn't know about bi-sexuality, homo-sexuality etc.
Now that I've been showed those things and other ways of life, I've changed and became and am still becoming a person that my mom really doesn't like, at ALL, and she doesn't even know the half of it.
I don't know, she is my mom and I love her and all, I really do. But I think about her or talk to her and all that runs through my head is Linkin Park: "I want to be pushed aside so let me go! Let me take back my life!"
All my life I've never really done or had anything for myself that was completly my own. Right now I'm moving out of the towers and into a new apartment on Wadsworth which is so much nicer and cheaper as well. But my mom is pissed at the idea and thinks I should stay right where I am. It also erks me the fact that she calls and tells me all this shit on getting the new apartment to try to stump me and make me boudt the descision but it's things that I've already thought of and have taken care of. She doesn't understand the fact that I don't want to live in the towers anymore. I hate them.
I don't know, it's just that she tries to hard. Expects me to grow up to be just like her but she dooesn't realize the fact that I'm not like her, nor do i want to be. It seems now that all that I am in completly opposite of what she thinks. She started crying when I told her that I was bi-sexual and the only reason she gets through it now is the fact that she keeps telling herself that I don't know what I'm talking about.
But here is a clue, I do know exactly what I'm talking about. I have a boyfriend whom I love with all my heart and soul.
Eh, I don't know. For now I'm done rambling about all that stuff.