Listening to: Bad Religion- 21st Century Digital Boy
Feeling: changed
I don't even know what to feel anymore.
I'd pee if my mom and dad ever read this diary shit. Actually. You know whats kinda funny, that we call them Mom and Dad and not Kim and Rob [in my case]..but really I kinda just found that weird.. like just now.
Anyways. My parents are still being danks. I cleaned the road for like a hour..just scrubbing it with the shit from school, and the transmission fluid is still there..and all my Dad did when I was doing it was making sarcastic jokes. Then to my disapointment it didn't fully come clean. I tried okay.. I put in an effort and did what I could as fast as I could.. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I honestly don't think I will ever live up to their expectations. Honestly. I mean you can tell me a thousand and three times that I am already the best thing in the world. But you don't make me feel like it when I make one little mistake.
And my mom honestly thinks I hang out with some really dumb kids.. and my dad just doesn't trust them..that pisses me right off. I have fantastic friends, and you guys should fucking respect them.
I mean I thought I knew my parents. I thought shit my parents are chill and cool. But you know what latley they just bring me down. I can't talk to my mom anymore, we used to just sit and talk..and now I'm afraid to tell her anything, afraid to have trust in her..afraid that she won't care. She pretends to..but I know. I know she doesn't really care and in the end she'd rather be on my dad's side etc. Whatever. I can fend for myself. Honest to god, I love them so much, but I love it when they love me..for who I am, for the choices I make, I love it when they support me in what I want, and all that stuff. I hate it when they act like they are Right now.
It's almost my fucking birthday guys.. lighten up..you don't know any of the story..you weren't at the party..so fuck that noise because if you won't listen you'll never know. Keep assuming shit. You just make asses of yourselves. Consider yourselves lucky, because some of the kids I know aren't half as good as me.
I know I'm not best at school.
I know I screw up.
But I don't get smashed.
Come home with hickies.
Lie to you about where I am.
I'm trying not to mouth you off.
I'm trying.
Just keep pushing guys.
Maybe I will break soon.
Dear Katie Maxwell
I love you and our parents won't seperate us.
They havnt yet, and they can suck my dick.
The End.
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