I love having those good, AMAZING days where everything just sort of falls into place. Everything works out in the end, and you just feel all happy inside. But I hate that whenever I have one of those great days, as soon as I come home it all goes to shit. Trying to have a rational conversation with my parents is like trying to drive through a brick wall. Sure you can try, but nothing's going to come from it except a lot of anger. I love the fact that my parents care enough about me that they want me to make the right choices in life, but after 16- going on 17 years, I know the main differences between right and wrong. And yes I motherfucking know that I still don't know everything and I'm still young, but I'm smart for my age. I'm not asking for anything major, I'm not asking to break any laws, I'm not asking for anything that is too hard to grant. 16 does seem young, I agree. But as soon as I'm in college and I'm 18 I'll be forced to make my own choices. If I don't have the opportunities to make the best decisions for me now, what's gonna happen when I don't have my parents there to hold my hand? I have to grow up eventually. You might see me as your little girl forever, but the truth is, I'm not going to be your little girl for much longer until I'm away from home at school and all moved out.
My biggest pet peeve in the world is when I've been respectful when other people are talking and as soon as I'm starting to share my point of view- someone fucking interrupts me. FUCK NO. I cannot stand being interrupted whatsoever. If I'm nice about it and ask to share my point without interruptions and you're STILL interrupting because you think it's "cute", shit's gonna fucking go down. I get so frustrated. You want me to listen to you, you had better fucking listen to me.
Oh, just happened to see a picture on dat site Facebook and I think that the shirt you're wearing is nice and all.. it's just too bad that I was the original purchaser of the shirt.
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