So I just learned that my dad won’t let my friend Meghan come over for a sleepover. We were planning on screwing with my keyboard maybe doing some dub stuff in an effort to start a band and do something creative with our lives.
Which sounds fucking awesome if my Dad would let us sleep in the same fucking room. His plan is that Meghan sleeps in the upstairs bedroom away from me because he assumes we’re gonna do it.
OH, THANKS. I’M CLEARLY A FUCKING RAPIST OR A PERVERT. What the fuck!? You’re my fucking Dad, you asshole! So now what? OH yeah! I can’t have a fucking social life because of it! “Oh no biggies, we’re just gonna separate you just to swell the awkward like a fucking helium balloon!”
It’s not just that that gets to me though, see, my parents also believe I’m a terrorist and won’t let me go on the internet or my computer after 8 PM, with the excuse that “We don’t know what you’re doing on there and turning off electronics will help you sleep.” Well big news Dave, I fucking cry myself to sleep because I can’t sleep in this bullshit 50 year old bed you gave me. Not only that, but, oh yes, I’m NOT A FUCKING NAZI. Jesus christ. I know it sounds stereotypical but WHY DO PARENTS MAKE SUCH BULLSHIT ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT THE TEEN IMAGE!? Maybe we wouldn’t BE so stereotypical if YOU WEREN’T IN THE FIRST PLACE!
Unbeknown to most people I know (outside of sp), I have all the tools needed to kill myself in my very room, including a very very sturdy cable and the knowledge to tie a hangman’s knot. But I don’t. Why? Because I believe in myself. I want to fucking have friends, I want to have someone to be there for me. Hell, I’m piss close to that too. But people like Dave and Clarizze fucking hold me back to the brink of insanity and worry about me when I crack occasionally. Jesus christ, people.
Ignorance is your new best friend.