Fuck it.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
You know what I've been doing?Heck, you don't know HALF of what I've been doing.
I keep saying this.
I respect you a lot.
Really. From the bottom of my heart.
That's why I have never argued with you.
I have never fought with you.
All those arguments? Those are always one-sided because I refuse to talk back at you.
What'd they say? When you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all.
That was the last straw.
You barging into my room, taking my laptop to see what I've been doing here.
You BARGED in.
Yes you're my mother.
Yes you have the right to know.
But you can't just barged in to see what I'm doing on my laptop.
It's not the home computer, WHICH IS FREAKING SPOILED.
It's MY laptop.
You ground me at home.
What the hell am I suppose to do?
I have no desire to clean my room or the toilet.
It'll just get dirty the next day.
I'll do it when I want to.
You just invaded the little freedom I have in this house.
And throughout all this, I remained quiet.
Fuck it.
I'm not a freaking robot.
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