Rage.

Yea. Just finished blocking like 16+ people on facebook, not because I dislike them, or have anything against them at all really, but because my parents feel the need to spy, and even use their friend to spy on me through facebook. How messed up is it when you get in trouble because of a freaking STATUS UPDATE. what the hell. I never knew I could be punished for saying something dumb on MY OWN FACEBOOK PROFILE. It's my fault though. I shouldn't have been stupid enough to add them, or anyone in my family as facebook friends.

I just don't understand what is different. I am judged, criticized and scolded for EVERY decision I make. For eating bread instead of cereal, for doing this instead of that. EVERYTHING I actually avoid going into my kitchen, because EVERYSINGLETIME I see my parents they have something negative to say. I can't remember the last time someone asked me how I was feeling, but I can remember every single time I've casually walked through the house only to be told that my bathroom or bedroom is messy or that my grades aren't good enough, or that I still haven't done this or didn't do that right. What the hell happened to "we love you sweetie, and you can do anything you want~ follow your dreams!" Yeah. Bullshit.

I was never one of those teenagers that disrepected or gave my parents attitude, and I was disgusted by anyone who did...I mean, I was like, you spoiled little bitches...you have everything you could ever want, why are you such a brat to your parents? and you know what's sad? I always read articles and hear parents talk about how much they wish their teen would stop pushing them away and just talk to them and whatnot. Well what the hell. I could be some coked-up failure of a student, but I'm not. I'm the "good" child...the envy of all my relatives...the one who gets all the praise at the family get togethers, the one who everyone is convinced will go on to some fancy college and be successful, especially compared to my less-than-outstanding-achievement cousins. But no. I'm treated like crap in my own home, because apparently I can't do anything right.

I honestly don't ask for much, but lately I can't ask for anything...all I want is the chance once in a while to maybe go over a friends house, or hang out in fort lee with my friends which I NEVER EVER EVER do. But no, because apparently, my desire to do something...I dunno...FUN is SUCH an inconvenience for everyone else.

Thank God for blogger. Honestly. Thank god for the only place where I can say what I honestly feel and not be scrutinized, judged and criticized for it eight times a minute.

Sorry for the rant guys....
Is is wrong that right now I seriously want to have an all-blogger-girls sleepover and trash talk hardcore for hours and hours and hours?
yeah, that'd be nice right about now.