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Little Vili wrote:I hate parents like that. They have to realize that its your life. Its not their place to tell you what you can and cannot do (well...to a point).
Star Way wrote:Little Vili wrote:I hate parents like that. They have to realize that its your life. Its not their place to tell you what you can and cannot do (well...to a point).You have an interesting idea of what it means to be a parent.
Katieee wrote:Firstly, I'd like to warn you that what you are going to read is pretty much like an essay. Haha.
Now...
We own a leather couch that my mom treats better than me. (*snigger*) It's actually really sad. I am saying this because I had a sleepover last night. Another important thing to know is that Molly borrows a lot of my clothes. And she borrowed a pair of my pants. She hasn't given them back quite yet. She had to give them back in order to sleep over, but she claims she doesnt have them. So we just pretended this one pair of pants were the ones she borrowed. Well, my mom found out and was REALLY mad.
Well, when my friends, Amy and Molly, and I went to my friend Amy's house, I got a call from my mom. I didn't know she was calling me though. So, she left a voicemail saying,
"Katie, someone SPILLED something on my COUCH and all over the PILLOWS. That's it Katie. Your sh*t isn't going to be taken lightly anymore. You are never to have a sleepover again. And Molly? She's never coming over again. She is never allowed to be wearing any of your clothes. You are not allowed to have friends stay at our house either."
...so who thinks this is stupid?
Well..it gets way more lame. I come home from Amy's and run right over to the couch the second I walk through the door. There is NOTHING wrong with the couch. It looks exactly the same as it did before I had Amy and Mol come over.
My OTHER friend, Caitlin (Erin, you are quite familiar with Cait. lmao), is being annoying. AGAIN. She's going to have me beaten up and jumped by these three loser who couldn't rip a piece of toilet paper. -____-;;
My family expects so much from me. They expect me to be like my brother. A straight A student. They want me to be a sailor like the rest of them. They want me to stop wearing black because they think I'm going to start getting high. They want me to become a doctor instead of being a philosopher when I'm older. My grandmother wants me to be a pianist. My other grandmother wants me to be a swimmer.
I babysit this girl who hits me and stabs me with pencils. I get yelled at for no reason at all. She makes me do her homework for her. She makes me go get a book out in the snow with now socks, shoes, or a coat on.
I'm not allowed to be happy.
Little Vili wrote:I hate parents like that. They have to realize that its your life. Its not their place to tell you what you can and cannot do (well...to a point). But one day you wont have to deal with all of their bull, so just hang in there. It may (or may not) seem far off, but the day will come.
My dad wrote:How come everyone else got an A and you didn't?
Chosen_one wrote:Little Vili wrote:Your parents seem to act as if they own you. The act of owning another person is slavery, and slavery is illegal.
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