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â‚° More Rage Wednesday, 9 January 2013 | 0 comment[s] Why is it that... It's not even 10 days into th new year but all I blog about I negative feelings and complaints... Aish. This truly is bad luck. It always seem to follow me everywhere. Sorry, Anthony. Because you were online, I can't talk to you about my problems. Sighs, this isn't going to be a nice post (oh nah duh. What else have I been posting? *facedesk) so if you don't like it, steer away from this blog and go find one that is. Haha. But if you want to keep on reading, go ahead. Be my guest. But don't cry just like my other friend did. F3. Yes, maple has gotten to me. Bleh. Anyhow, I'm angry, upset, annoyed. Angry at my parents, for firing me to do the things I don't want to do (and/or slacking off instead of doing it themselves). Upset because they yelled at me and they don't understand what I'm going through. Annoyed because my mum, went off at me for not doing something when I couldn't hear her over the phone. I ONLY WOKE UP FIFTEEN MINUTE BEFORE SHE CALLED! And then she goes off at me, saying things that the first thing I open my eyes is go onto the laptop. Well, there's nothing else I can do is there?! They don't give me freedom, they don't let me go out. If they still don't next year... Sorry Anthony, but I might actually do the same thing as your sister. Rash, I know but I don't think I can take it as much longer. My patience can only last for how many years. Urgh, and you know what's even worse? The first time my siblings ever went out to a birthday party was in preschool (little brother) and grade one (little sister). My first time was when I was in grade six! But here's the sad thing, I only stayed ofr an hour or so. I always only stay for an hour. An hour to do things... And as the saying goes, "Time flies when you're having fun." It wouldn't exactly be one if that happened because with time seeming to go shorter, there'll really be no point in actually going in the first place, is there? The first time I went to a birthday party and stayed there for more than an hour, my dad yelled at me. Yelling at me for lying to him. About what? For saying it was a birthday party when it wasn't. Oh gosh. He doesn't know how teenagers celebrate their parties nowadays. We don't put up balloons and streamers and such. I remember how we were driving home an I wanted to jump out of the car. Ah, such rash memories. But I never do such things. Because I'm smart and mature (probably a bit too mature for my age). Sighs. How I wish I'll stop living this life as a doll. But yeah. I think that's enough typing for tonight. See Anthony? I did type to my heart's content... Well, kind of. Haha. I new to sleep now because last night, I ended up sleeping at two because I was reading and I don't want to repeat the same thing again, especially how my eye are starting to sting because of it. And I swear there's a lump beside it (you know the spot where you rub whenever it itches or you're tired? Yeah, that spot). Meh. Time to sleep. No typing anymore fanfics for the night or anything. Just sleep. Haha. Goodnight everyone. Everyone has superheroes, we just need to find them. |
