Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Independent

Number 1:
I am so ready to be on my own. I have got to move out of my house and soon. I am going crazy living at home. I have finally reached a point in my life where I am really ready to be on my own. I just want to provide for myself and know that I can stand on my own two feet without the assistance of my parents. I mean, they don't pay for anything as it is now but I live rent free and my mom cooks me dinner almost every night. It's time to put an end to it. I'm sure there are things I will miss but oh well. I need to be on my own, I am ready to be on my own. Now, I just need to make it happen.

Number 2:
Everyone has been on my case recently about what I am going to school for. Well, first of all I know that I am in my second year of college and my major is still undecided but it happens to a lot of people, not just me. Also, IT'S MY LIFE. Let me figure it out on my own. I don't need everyone sopinion about what i should and should not be doing with my life. While it is nice that you are trying to look out for what is best for me, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR ME...only I do.

So I finally tell my mom what I am seriously considering going to school for and all she says is , "k". After all the shit she has been telling me and been giving me about it and I finally have a good idea and that is all I get out of her? She didn't even have any emotion about it. It was just a bland dry emotionless "K"

Sorry I can't be who you want me to be. Sorry I'm not the person you thought I was. Sorry that I don't care about what you want for me or what you think is best for me. Sorry that for once in my life I am not consulting my decision with you. Sorry that you put so much pressure on me that I just don't give a fuck anymore. Sorry I'm not the perfect child you wanted.

Atleast I am trying to do something with my life, unlike your son who will never amount to anything. Why can't you just be happy for me. Why can't you be happy that I finally have a grasp on what I want to do with my life. Why can't you say that you are proud of me for everything I have accomplished thus far? All I want is for you to act like you give a shit. Is that too much to ask for? Apparently so. I bet if I was fucked up on drugs and in and out of jail and ruining my life you would care...I guess that is what it takes to get any sort of reaction out of you. Who am I kidding? It has always been that way, ever since I can remember. Ohhh and just so you know, buying me shit doesn't compensate for anything. It never has.

Number 3:
I really am considering seeing someone about all this built up emotion inside of me. It is far from healty and I have held it in for far too long.

Number 4:
I'm really glad we are talking again. It's nice to be able to have regular conversations with you for the first time in almost a year really. I've missed it.