you still control me and I'm sick of it, I'm no longer 12 any more, I'm 17. it's always your rules because I live under your roof. if I could have the choice, then I wouldn't live there any more. the reason I sit upstairs and don't say a word to any of you is for this exact reason, YOU PICK FIGHTS! fucking chill the fuck out. I don't have an attitude. YOU DO! you can't fucking handle shit. just because I say something that sounds offensive doesn't mean I really meant it like that. get over yourself. you say I'm not cool.. like your opinion really matters to me? your time is up. you chose to have me so you put up with my attitude because you raised me didn't you.. so isn't the way I act, your fault? duuuuh.
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