Number Seventeen: Being Mature
I know for a fact there is a good side and a bad side to being a xx-year old, and apparently, I am getting the shit beaten out of me from the bad side.
One good thing about being a teen is the fact that I can go places. Unfortunately, as far as I can go is a Wawa (a connivence store) and the library. Cause of...reasons?
Another good thing about being a teen (something I have never done) is that I can go to sleepovers. Although my sister is ten years old, she have been to more sleepover than I have cried (which isn't a big number).
And now for the bad side.
I am expected to act mature. What if I can't act mature because my mind is still a child? If I don't act mature, I get the shit beaten out of me from words. Fortunately, that hasn't happened yet. Whew.
Another thing is that I have to make sure my room is clean. Now, I have some serious problems with this. Just because your room was clean when you were my age, doesn't mean I have to follow in your footsteps. My room is messy for a reason. It makes me feel happy, a rare thing in my house. If it's clean, I don't feel like myself and I start feeling mental (if this upsets anyone, I am sorry for not being sorry. Even I get offended by the stuff I write. So stop reading if you're gonna bitch at me.)
I feel like I should be jolly around this time of year. It's fucking Christmas, and here I am, acting like a total ass.
Vote if-ah, fuck it. Vote if you want to. I don't give a shit.
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RandomIn this book, I will be conversing with you about things that pisses me off to no end. This book will have lots of swearing and cursing, so I have warned you now, and in the beginning.
