Times are tough believe me I know. I have four older brothers, two dads, a sister and mom. So I DARE NOT bring home a boyfriend! Shit. I feel sorry for that guy... I don't tell my parents much about my love life because they ruin it for me by over teasing me. I realize that they want to and a little bit is acceptable but the amount they do is horrible. So now my personal life is my personal life. The only boyfriend they knew about was one that was 5 years older and after a month I called it off for good but I still get the odd message saying that he still loves me, but ironically that's only when hes either having problems with a current girlfriend or he was just friend zoned. Friends like sharing stuff and no dating. Karma.
Only recently did I get my own room which was one of the best days ever because now my stuff is MY STUFF as in touch MY STUFF and you will DIE... sharing for the record is one of the suckiest things ever. Barney needs to be taught a good fucking lesson on sharing. Like when you get sick. How about not playing the game lets get every body else sick so that I can take a nice little trip to the hospital for the occasional operation- which for the record, at the size of my tonsils when I got them removed, im only half the person I use to be.- or just to be stabbed 7 times because your veins have collapsed because you haven't been eating. Then they blame you??? Whats up with that? Like its my fault. Also not sharing STDs would be nice to.
That reminds me.
Dear parents of the twenty first centery.
Just because we are teenagers does not mean that all of us watch porn, smoke weed or pot or whatever the hell they call it now, do any other types of drugs, go out get pissed out of our trees, sleep around, gonna fall pregnant because we have a boyfriend, and not all of us got out and get crazy piercings without you knowing. not that you would because I could go out and get a tongue ring and your daughter who has never had a lisp suddenly does and you don't pick it up. LOL!!!
Sincerely teenagers.
But at the end of the day when things go wrong theres always therapy which is expensive... bubble wrap on the other hand is cheap and way quicker than- a get to know whats wrong with you- situation. That's got to be one of my favorite sayings. Its crazy to think that people do that for a living? Sit there for 8 hours everyday listing to all their problems. Make a killing but how depressing that shit must that be all day.
