What a Wicked Game

Growing up

I am 15. And I really want to go to this drama party at this girls house and my mom won't let me go and says that my 24 year old brother had to go with me.

I'm not fucking 5. I need to learn how to be in my own. It makes me feel like my mom doesn't even trust me. Seriously this drama party isn't some stupid high school party where people get drunk and high, I've known these people for a while... A year to be exact but still I spent days with them after school until 8 at night rehearsing for the next school play.

I know what they are like and she still won't let me hang out these people.

What the fuck. I'm not a dog and you don't have to put me on a leash. I'm growing up and I guess you can't handle that.

AND PLUS

My brother has been with my drama friends before until 1 am and steak n' shake and we had so much fun. For the past 3 places I've gone or been with my friends my brother had always been there.

First at steak n' shake

Second at the movies

And then recently he stopped by this quince..

Thankfully he left there because my best friends mom was there, but it's like someone always has to watch the "dog"

Not that I don't like my brother, lots if people actually like him but I feel like my parents don't trust me and won't let me be with my friends until I'm 18 WHICH MIND YOU I WILL BE IN COLLEGE BY THEN WHICH IS STUPID.

But that's it so... Yea

I'm not a dog.

Ps. I'm typing this on my phone cuz I need to rant.. :)