Undone

guilt trip day. That’s what it is. Pack your friggin’ bags, cause we’re going on a guilt trip.

and no– it’s not fun. Ever.

First i get it from my dad, because i’m wearing a wife beater and it’s nearly noon. Holy crap, who knew it was some kind of deadly sin or whatever. so we get into an argument about that. Whoopdie doo. I dont’ really care if i fight with my dad, it seems like the in thing to do. *shrugs* then there’s my mom.

oi. I got an email from an old friend of mine. That is, i haven’t talked to them since i was in my sophmore year of school. *shrugs* but mom keeps making me feel cruddy for not writing him back. She pries into my life and dissects it, and after the morning i had– i just want to get the hell out of here. Very very badly. I feel like hiding at the game crazy, at Red’s house, or even Monkey’s house. I just need to get away from here. Because if I get one more person pressuring me to do something their way, i’m going to scream.

because– in the end– it’s my life. my choices, my mistakes to make. *screams, frustrated* but i’m the only one who gets that. Who understands that my life is mine. Me. My choices to make. Well, Me and God. there ya go. That’s it.

But my parents are set on choosing who i talk to, what i say, how i dress, everything. and I just feel like throwing my hands up in the air.

I thought God was the only one i was supposed to answer to in this life. I wish it was really that was that way.

Derringer Meryl [Sometimes, I wish] Out