this is not an entry of optimisum... I love how you always point out the bad things I do, I love how you never notice when I do something right, the little things that should matter you never seem to see or care about. You wonder why I tell you to go away, you wonder why I hate it when you try to talk to me, its interesting, because I know you will always go to your room and think about what I said to you, then 15 minutes later you will come back with a bitchy attitude and yell at me for not cleaning my room, for always *using* you for your car, for using you for money, your my fucking parent, what do you expect? Do you ever remember when I'm nice to you, when I talk to you and I'm nice to you... You seem to think I'm someone who died 3 years ago, you *don't know me* "Your not the Scott I know" well guess what, I'm the Scott I know, I'm the person who I'm, if you don't like it then fine, you've only gotta put up with me until I'm 18, then I'm outta here.. Seriously mom, I can't stand the way you talk to me, the way you make me feel and the pressure you put on an already stressed teenager, I would of thought you would know, you take pills for stress, you think I don't have stress too? am I your fucking stress relief? you bitch at me for all this shit.. it pisses me off.. then you bitch at me, its interesting how you want me to go to church with you, the interesting part is you always bitch at me for being late, you always say "your never late to work" well guess what mom, I get paid to go to work.. I DON'T get paid to go to church, "you get paid spiritually Scott" well guess what, the way you force church down my throat, you think that a *spirit* would even touch me with a 10ft stick? I just got home from work, my mother asked me 5 questions, I told her to leave me alone after answering 3, she didn't ofcourse so I told her to leave me alone in a more seriouse voice. She left and 10 minutes later she's down here bitching at me for being a jerk to her.. Mom, I just got home from work, I need some time to myself, I need to releax, fuck your bedtimes.. I'm 17, fucking eh.. I can get up on time.. If I need to do something I will, freakin eh.. I hate this, I hate how my mom sets rules she knows I will break, I hate how she is always a bitch to me, how she makes me spend time with my family.. Why do I care so little about my family? well why do children hate peas? Remember when your mom made you eat all your peas before you could leave the table.. My mom makes me spend time with my family, ya think that goes over well? I dislike my family, I hate California, I hate leaving home.. I like to keep my schedule free unless its spending time with people of my choice. I love my friends... I love certain family memebers.. but in general I hate spending time with everyone at once... Work is going well I suppose, I really need a lovelife.. but nobodies got everything eh? well I'm going to go sleep now so my mom doesn't come bitch some more at me..