Sunday, April 5, 2009 AT 8:18 PM
facts
Okay. Now I freaking know why teenagers are either into drugs. Or run away from home.
Parents? They nag, whem I am doing homework.
I busy to help them, they say they regret giving birth to me.
They say I am a good-for-nothing.
They say I am those people, parasites to society.
They say I just am not a good example to my brother.
They say I keep failing my subjects. I only fail like, once.
They say I always play before coming home.
Did they every think of how I feel?
They scold me today? I cry. I give up. I want to not be at home.
That's how teenagers feel. That's why they don't go home.
That's why they turn bad. That's why they are put behind bars.
Adults may say it's for our own good. And that we are wrong.
Even you, the one who is reading, may think I am wrong.
But still, who is causing it? Adults.
If they don't nag when we are doing homework, will we despair?
Will we give up? No.
I don't play before I come home.
People ask if I am happy with my life?
I lie. I fake. I pretend. That I am.
But I am not. I just.. don't want people to know. Oh whatever. I don't care now.
Cause' nothing's going to stop me from saying everything now.
This is just so wrong. Forget it if you don't understand. Bye.
loves,
Vivianne
Parents? They nag, whem I am doing homework.
I busy to help them, they say they regret giving birth to me.
They say I am a good-for-nothing.
They say I am those people, parasites to society.
They say I just am not a good example to my brother.
They say I keep failing my subjects. I only fail like, once.
They say I always play before coming home.
Did they every think of how I feel?
They scold me today? I cry. I give up. I want to not be at home.
That's how teenagers feel. That's why they don't go home.
That's why they turn bad. That's why they are put behind bars.
Adults may say it's for our own good. And that we are wrong.
Even you, the one who is reading, may think I am wrong.
But still, who is causing it? Adults.
If they don't nag when we are doing homework, will we despair?
Will we give up? No.
I don't play before I come home.
People ask if I am happy with my life?
I lie. I fake. I pretend. That I am.
But I am not. I just.. don't want people to know. Oh whatever. I don't care now.
Cause' nothing's going to stop me from saying everything now.
This is just so wrong. Forget it if you don't understand. Bye.
loves,
Vivianne