i swear, talking to my parents can be the most pointless thing in the world...

it's like talking to a wall.. nothing goes it.. it just bounces right back at you..

i swear, they don't even LISTEN to me.. all they want to do is get their point across, which is

a) I'm too young to go out
b) i get money even when on holiday
c) i am living in the wrong generation, i should have been born in the 1920s, where a bowl of noodles only coat 20 cents and when every fucking person in the bloody country was poor...
d) i can only listen
e) I'm can't have any opinions on my own
f) i have to listen to every stoopid fucking thing they tell me to and not ask any questions why

i think I'm not even supposed to talk about myself .... or even to have friends

know what, maybe i should have been born brainless... then they can have the fucking perfect child that they bloddy hell want

you CAN tell that I'm pissed right?

i can't nbe bothered to rant about them even more..

ot makles me even more FUCKING HOPPING mad

I'm surprised i haven't broken down and been admitted to a mental hospital yet, considereing how many intelligent conversations i've had with myself lately..

I'm sooo fucking mad i could cry....

hey.. i AM crying...

dammit

FUCK