i'm at one of those points where you really hate your parents for thinking in your bloody best interest
like honestly what is the point of being 18 on a saturday night?~?~ honestly!?!? with working all the time i really dont have time for a social life besides at these times?!?!? oh and yes maybe i shouldnt work then. but how else am i going to get money? from the sky? the cat next door?!?
apparently i'm not allowed a social life past 12 o clock
its like " its not that youre not allowed. but its not safe so no you cant go. even though there's going to be like 20 people there that youve known for years and years. no you cant bloody well go.they'll all turn on you and cut you down with no thought cos really. deep down. theyre not your friends. at ALL." rinse and repeat. and repeat. and repeat. and you wonder y teenagers eyes seem to glaze over or they tune out
times like these i just feel like hitting something
and you know how everything they say just kinda makes you angrier
i wonder if one day i'll turn white with rage and destroy all humankind
maybe
and how do they know how to time at exactly the WORST time.
just when youre all ready. got everything. putting on your shoes, opening the front door
so its come to one of these moments where i wish i didnt live at home and could have a normal nowdays social life. this is why it is important to have older siblings break you in.
unfortunately for me that was not the case.
frickin frick.