I didn't get to go to New York. I couldn't get free. I hate it here. I hate that I'm stuck here. I hate my parents. They brought me here.
In one day my life went from decent to shit. I caught a major sunburn. I got dragged into work when they found out I was going to take time off. Oh, yeah, and just because I thought
about going on a roadtrip I caught major shit with my parents. I didn't even get to go outside city limits, but because I thought
about it, I'm grounded. They took the keys to my bike and the spare to the sportage. They took my iPod, my cell, and my checkcard. They think I'm doing my homework, but I'm probably going to catch shit for posting this too. You know what?
I. Don't. Care. I'm 18, I'm not a little kid. Never seen my dad so angry before, it was kind of scary. But not as scary as my mom. It was almost like they were different people.
The only thing I have to look forward to now is work. I got a promotion.
If I knew trying to quit would get me out of the mailroom, I would have done it sooner.( Private EntryCollapse )