Ya know, I have never actualy said that I hate my parents. But now seems like a great time to. I hate my parents. Yes, those people that think they can control everything in my life. Those people that will not let me live my own life. Daddy says that if I just tell him the truth I wouldn’t be in as much trouble. But that’s only because they would make me stay at home. I wouldn’t have been alowed to go anywhere if they knew that I was still with Jayme then or that everytime I left the house to be with friends I was with him. I know they don’t trust me. Fine. I’m grounded already, what are they going to do…ground me for another month? Go ahead! Ground me for a year! I don’t care anymore! Are you happy?!?! I don’t fucking care!!! Is this what you wanted Mom? Is this what you wanted Dad? Well this is now what you have. A daughter that dosn’t care about anything. She goes to work to get away from you. She goes to school to see the one or two friends that she has and to get away from you. I hope you are happy. You think you are helping but you aren’t. I might fail my English Comp. class because of you.
I’m leaving when I turn 18. Granted I will probably stay in town, but that’s only because of school. You can try to stop me. But I will fight. I will do what ever it takes to get out of here. It’s like a prison only in some ways worse. I still have to go to school and work and I still have to talk to you.
Moma, It used to kill me not being able to talk to you. Now I just don’t care. Don’t tell me about your stupid day. I don’t want to know about your stupid perfect life! You pretty much have had a perfect life execpt for your horible daughter. You havn’t had troubles like others have and you think I have to be exactly like you. Let me live my own life! Let me make mistakes! It’s part of life. Get over it!
Hunny, I’m so sorry. I know you have been feeling this way all along but did anything happen? email me or something. like I said I just want to fix it all. make it al go away. Hey as for 18 momma just told me she wants me to take off this semester and just work. then next semester (next fall) go to either c of o (I don’t really wanna go there)
Or I suggested John brown in Fayetteville. I don’t know…
love ya bunches chica
Parents are funny creatures. They never seem to understand that their offspring have to learn some things on their own.
I was lucky that I got one really cool parent, but I sympathize with not being able to talk to your Mom at all. My Mom and I have almost nothing in common besides DNA, and trying to talk to her is like trying to talk to an angry pitbull.
My parents sheltered me from boys and friends, and it’s left me a little bitter, but they made me realize that my friends sucked anyway.
However, unlike you, when they tried to “ground†me and stuff, I’d just blatantly disobey them. My Dad eventually got the idea that I’d grown up long ago, and started treating me like an adult. My mother still tries to treat me like a child, saying that as long as I’m under her roof I’ll listen to her. I just ignore her completely.
Alrighty, at some point I will actually have a little something about me in here, untill then, this is all ya get. :P Sorry. O and there will be a picture too. For now I'm going to work on this layout. It's almost done. :)
