Skeleton In My Closet.
So, I think friends are the most we can be. But I will still be there for you.
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Someone give me a fucking change of parents. I've seen parents worse than them, but they are starting to piss me off. Yes, I am their child. Yes, they gave birth to me. Yes, they house me. But do I give a fuck? Do they give a fuck? Hell no.
This place is just a place to eat and sleep. Nothing else. Perhaps maybe to be nagged at. I dont get what I want to get. I cant keep what I have. And I certainly cant have things my way.
First off, we communicate via paper. Yes. I write what I want on a piece of paper. The next day, they wake up, see what I want, and give it to me. No questions asked. When they come home, I'll be at the comp, they will go about their stuffs and go to sleep. And some sporadic naggings here and there.
They dont even fucking know my class in school. How's that for parents? God knows when they will forget my name. They are busy, yes. To the extent of not knowing my class? Big NO.
And they begrudge the fact that I spend too much time in front of the comp. Yes, I admit I spend a lot of time on it. But what else can I do with the limited resources on my hands? If they effing gave me money to go out, hell yeah I wouldn't even stay at home for a second. But the thing is they dont. So am I wrong to spend my time in front of the comp?
Guess what they did when I was still awake at 3am in front of the comp. They played hide and seek with me. The object? The plug connected to the monitor, rendering me unable to use the comp. Or so it seemed to them.
Obviously, the genius had to retaliate. When I knew that they brought it to work(how dumb), I switched on the comp and blasted music to spite them. Dont say it's not possible without a monitor. I did it, noobs. Pure memory work.
And this aftnoon, my grandfather, who was not so unreasonably childish, was preaching to me, about how hard it is to earn money and all those nonsense that he thinks I dont understand. I do, in fact I think I know it better than my parents.
2 weeks were gone due to remedials. I am not gonna give the last 2 weeks to my parents. Fight I will. And one day, I will go up to them, stick up my middle finger and say,
DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!
Blogged at 10:49 pm
