“Without the Mask, Where Will You Hide? You Can’t Find Yourself, Lost in Your LIES!”
Two little girls, on their way home from Sunday school, were solemnly discussing the lesson. “Do you believe there is a devil?” asked one. “No,” said the other promptly. “It’s like Santa Claus: it’s your father.” ~Ladies’ Home Journal, quoted in 2,715 One-Line Quotations for Speakers, Writers & Raconteurs by Edward F. Murphy (That made me laugh)
So… I’m irritated.
I get home from an exhausting day at school, and the first thing I hear in an accusing tone (that I did misinterpret) from my mother. I start evening school to make up for half a credit in Algebra III soon. Guess what! I won’t get to continue piano lessons, probably, because it’s gonna take up too much time. Damn it.
So then I’m getting something to drink so I can go do my homework, and my step-dad starts a lecture that I really didn’t want to hear because I’ve heard it a billion times and all he does is say the same dang thing over and over and over. It gets really annoying and I’m not in the mood to hear it today. I’m just not. He starts off telling me how I’m gonna be really tired and hinting that I need to get the water bottles out of my room. IT WATER FOR CHRISTS SAKE! And he says “Cause when you go upstairs-“
And I cut him off, because again and I’m not in a good mood and I don’t want to hear it at all, by saying that I wasn’t going upstairs until my homework was done so it was a moot point.
Then the flood gates open.
He jumps off the couch, and proceeds to yell at me about how I’m not gonna come into this house and smart off to him, and dares me to push him and see what happens because I’m not too old for him to beat my ass. And yadda yadda yadda. Then he decides to yell at me because I lit candles up in my room and I dropped an old match, that was used, on the floor. I can probably thank my step-sister for that part of the rant.
I’m a good kid. I don’t do drugs, I don’t drink (though I have before), I get good grades, I obey my parents, I forget to do my chores sure, but what teenager doesn’t. Sorry ‘rents, but I’ve got better and more interesting things to do than sweep the floor everyday, like homework and studying for tests so I can succeed in the rest of my life unlike a lot of people I know. There is no reason to snap like a psycho on my because I smart off twice. How about a bit of a warning before you fucking yell at me like I just cussed you out and kicked your damn dog? All I was trying to do was get a drink so I could go do my homework and you decide to yell at me like I’m a freaking druggie who doesn’t know how to get an A. Like my day wasn’t bad enough to begin with.
NEWS FLASH YOU JERK! MY LIFE DOESN’T FUCKING REVOLVE AROUND YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT! LAY OFF ME FOR CHRISTS SAKE AND GO FRICKING YELL AT THE DAUGHTERS WHO DESERVE IT INSTEAD OF GIVING THEM EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING CAN!
sometimes I really, really hate my moms taste in men.
I’ve done everything I can, in everything I do, to get a damn I’m proud of you or Good Job. Do I get one? No.
PS: 5 Pts for the name of the song.