Saturday, 12 November 2011
My parents are difficult, I suppose I would say that being a teenager an' all, but they are VERY hard to please. I should be going to a friend's party tonight but my parents decided I should stay at home. They are paranoid I will get overly drunk or have an overdose on some sort of illegal substance; it's nice to know they put their trust in me. I think it's something all teenagers have experienced and dealt with. We can complain all we want about our parents but nothing will change their love towards us misunderstanding teens. One thing that keeps me going, is the thought that one day I will contain the same power my parents have and I to will be able to release it onto my children. I long to send the little slaves up the stairs everytime my senile old mind forgets something; nag them constantly to tidy their room; never let them go out unless they comply with ridiculous conditions such as completing homework or passing grade 5 piano (even if they have never played) and generally make their lives hell. Not that I'm bitter or anything.