We're all part of the same sick little games && I need to get away g e t a w a y.
I'm wasting the days;; I throw them away. Losing it all on these sick. little. games.

My parents are smuthering me - like a pillow to the face - and I don't think I can get up for air. The simple task of not listening. Just utter anger; constant yelling and screaming. For what? Not the highest GPA possible? For doing something different? For TRYING to have a life?

Two days of the whole three month summer is what I have been allowed to use to hangout with my friends. Are adults not the ones who came up with "time flys" ?!

I do believe they did. So how can a miniscule time of two days -- fourty eight hours -- make up for all the lost time. lost secrets. lost memories. which must be restored into the young minds of us youthful teens.

and then the all too cliché saying comes up and smacks us in the face like a hand with no kindness or pity.
"just this once"
so simple -- yet so complex -- all at the same time. how can this be, you ask? Well, I fear I am with you as I do not know the answer. You try to explain yourself;; but their cold, angry, sharp voice has you refraining from saying anything further. You continue to just stand there in awshock as they bring up "instances" from years ago and unrelated topics. Once their tone and overall aura has swamped you., you leave for your room.

But oh no, it doesn't end there, does it? No. After, you will be punished for beign rude and disrespectful for standign there and not saying anything. Oh, and you see that sock on the ground missy? Yeah. You're in trouble for that. Now this room better be fucking spotless in five minutes.

And a door slams shut. What am I, wonder woman? Speedy Sue? No, I dont think so.

For all of you who have been through this exact same thing -- or some variation of it --, you understand and can call what happens next. play by play. You change into your pajamas, brush your teeth, and get ready for bed. You climb in, lock your door, and listen to the noise of fighting. Who HASN'T been there?

What happens the next morning suprises me the most though. When you get in contact with your parents (a.k.a. when they get home) you leave the room or stick it out; you wait for most accusations to take place....
but no. oh no. instead they just smile and act happy.


who knows. well that's my latest growing pain. until next time.