Ever feel like any freedom you have is fake or controlled? WHAT THE HELL PARENTS?! I can dye my hair, but only one specific part, and only one colour. I can cut it short, oh but not shorter then my shoulders. I can dress however I want, but I can't possibly go out in that. That is not freedom. What if I had kids and treated them that way? You'd swoop in and be like
"Oh, stop being so hard on Guinevere. She's only fourteen!"
Dude. You treated me like that. Shhhh. Also, if you don't tell me to do something, don't get pissed when I don't do it. Kay? Kay. Whatever.
WHERES MY BACON
