I've had all day to try to figure this out...
Why am I grounded? I'm like... 18 now right? Pretty sure I can do wtf ever I want. But not with my mother. Oh, no sir. She's old fashioned. She'll tell me what the fuck to do and I say Yes, Ma'am. And don't question it.
Utter bogus boogie bull shit.
Apparently I'm grounded because I had friends over? Michelle and Joe dropped me off. It was storming really bad outside. So I said they could come inside until it calmed down. Larissa got there. She was staying the night. Her boyfriend needed to talk to her so I welcomed him inside. The went into my messy room and sat on the edge of the bed to talk. Work things out.
Mom came home early and freaked out. Apparently michelle and joe were sitting inappropriately. And the fact that Larissa and her boyfriend were in my room.. even though the door was open. And they were clearly just sitting there.
So I apparently disrespected my mother and our house. And she told me I wasn't going anywhere this weekend.
Mom woke me up the next morning and asked for 20 dollars that she had given me the day before. She gave me 30 dollars for the beach Saturday. Well day to the beach was canceled. And I have the money to Michelle for gas money. Because she drove me all over the place. To petal to pick up Larissa. Etc.
Told mom I spent it. She freaked out. Went into my purse, into my wallet and took out the remaining 10 dollars. Told me to start on my room because I was going to spend the entire weekend cleaning it.
I finished cleaning it at like 2 pm. Today.
Larissa left a lil after 3. I took a nap after doodling. Woke up around like 6. Took a shower. Cooked some food and came back to my room. Haven't spoken all day.
So I'm apparently a bad child. I mean, I don't go out drinking. I don't do drugs. I don't go screw every guy I can get to. I go out and have innocent fun with my friends. Considering I have a little bit of time left before I have to tell them goodbye.
Mom can't be proud that she'll finally have the daughter she always wanted. One that'll go to school and become something successful.
No. I have to be perfect. I have to be the respectable child. I can't do anything wrong. I can't slip up.
I can't make mistakes.
I can't be me.
Fuck this. Take your fucking meds. Please for the love of us all.
I typed out a letter for her. Telling her how I felt. Because ever since I was a child that's all I could do. Was write her letters. Because I couldn't have the balls to tell her face to face without breaking down and crying. It obviously didn't move her. Or make any sense when I asked if I could fucking act my age. I said Please. Most people respond to politeness.
http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd10
This is the tattoo I'm thinking of getting next weekend. I was thinking about getting my zodiac sign as my first tattoo. But I want to draw that out myself, make it more graphic.
I hate being here. I hate being alone.
Why am I grounded? I'm like... 18 now right? Pretty sure I can do wtf ever I want. But not with my mother. Oh, no sir. She's old fashioned. She'll tell me what the fuck to do and I say Yes, Ma'am. And don't question it.
Utter bogus boogie bull shit.
Apparently I'm grounded because I had friends over? Michelle and Joe dropped me off. It was storming really bad outside. So I said they could come inside until it calmed down. Larissa got there. She was staying the night. Her boyfriend needed to talk to her so I welcomed him inside. The went into my messy room and sat on the edge of the bed to talk. Work things out.
Mom came home early and freaked out. Apparently michelle and joe were sitting inappropriately. And the fact that Larissa and her boyfriend were in my room.. even though the door was open. And they were clearly just sitting there.
So I apparently disrespected my mother and our house. And she told me I wasn't going anywhere this weekend.
Mom woke me up the next morning and asked for 20 dollars that she had given me the day before. She gave me 30 dollars for the beach Saturday. Well day to the beach was canceled. And I have the money to Michelle for gas money. Because she drove me all over the place. To petal to pick up Larissa. Etc.
Told mom I spent it. She freaked out. Went into my purse, into my wallet and took out the remaining 10 dollars. Told me to start on my room because I was going to spend the entire weekend cleaning it.
I finished cleaning it at like 2 pm. Today.
Larissa left a lil after 3. I took a nap after doodling. Woke up around like 6. Took a shower. Cooked some food and came back to my room. Haven't spoken all day.
So I'm apparently a bad child. I mean, I don't go out drinking. I don't do drugs. I don't go screw every guy I can get to. I go out and have innocent fun with my friends. Considering I have a little bit of time left before I have to tell them goodbye.
Mom can't be proud that she'll finally have the daughter she always wanted. One that'll go to school and become something successful.
No. I have to be perfect. I have to be the respectable child. I can't do anything wrong. I can't slip up.
I can't make mistakes.
I can't be me.
Fuck this. Take your fucking meds. Please for the love of us all.
I typed out a letter for her. Telling her how I felt. Because ever since I was a child that's all I could do. Was write her letters. Because I couldn't have the balls to tell her face to face without breaking down and crying. It obviously didn't move her. Or make any sense when I asked if I could fucking act my age. I said Please. Most people respond to politeness.
http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd10
This is the tattoo I'm thinking of getting next weekend. I was thinking about getting my zodiac sign as my first tattoo. But I want to draw that out myself, make it more graphic.
I hate being here. I hate being alone.
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