when I'm out, I'm out

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I don't know what the hell is going on with my fucking parents but either their hormones affect their old age or some shit or something

Because when I say something that's not what they want to hear, they go ballistic. So far the one they couldn't take recently was me truthfully setting how I feel about them. 

That no, they don't feel like their definition of 'mom' and 'dad' to me. (god that sounds edgy, but it's true) 

So ever since, they've been complicating things that really could have been handled differently. 

Anyways, here's the scoop-

My fashion sense/clothes have always bothered my 'mom' for some reason, and I honestly don't have an opinion on that. I mean, people are free to have an opinion or comment on what they want, right? (as long as it's not harmful. It's fine to have a negative opinion, but if it's not constructive, we don't need it) 

Meaning, I don't mind changing whatever she wants me to change. But then this bitch starts lashing comments on how the shirt looked terrible on me and how it didn't look like something 'proper' to wear outdoors. 

So naturally, I ask if I throw the article of clothing away or if she wants it or something. 

And what do we get? 

Apparently just by asking that I got the full on salt-platter. 

She just starts saying how I'm not 'responsible' and shit, the usual monologue (She's not wrong). 

I have no idea what that has to do with anything, so at this point I'm all like "you know what? Fuck it, I'm not even gonna go out because of y'all." 

I ask a simple damn question and these assholes have to complicate shit. 


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