You make absolutely no fucking sense what so ever.
All you do is fucking push my buttons and nag and nag and nag and push me to do things that I can barely do. You set these high expectations for me and when I reach them, what do you do? Oh, you’re supposed to do that anyway. And the one night I want to have some time to myself, you say no. I do everything in my power to make you happy and I’m never good enough.
I’m not going to get into drugs and have all kinds of crazy un protected sex. I’m not going to run away from home and murder somebody. I know better than that, you’ve already raised me to know better than that.
And besides, how many fucking times do I have to remind you that the thing I want to go to is a benefit concert that helps VICTIMS OF THE UGANDA WAR?
What the fuck, mom and dad. I’m so tired of this bullshit.




