geez. its almost everyday i get a damn lecture bout my stupid life n shit. what e hell man. dis reli sucks.

WTF MAN!? geez. why's my parents never ever satisfied wid my damned self? i gota keep improvin myself and shit, reading newspapers, 'carrying out useful debates bout hurricane katrina', becoming einstein or sim wong woo or whatever tt creative guy is...MAN!

wait til i go clubbin n smokin n drinkin and hav loan shark bastards up my doorstep wil they finally accept what i am now as acceptable and not as bad.

i noe maybe i shudnt be comparing myself wid e worst. but its not as though im tt bad. why dont they ever see my good points? im good at english, writing, poetry, drawing..and all other shits. encouragement never killed anyone. discouragement might soon kill me. FFFF man. FFFF.

and whats wid my dad joining in my mom's nagging man. i owaes tot him as a lil more reasonable den my mom. but when he gets unreasonable he freakin forgets all logic of arguement. geez. asking me to do smthg useful while he sits his nights away in front of the tv. geez.

i reli appreciate him picking me up n all tt stuff. yes, he doesnt haf to at all. and i do acknowledge tt their jus a lil concerned bout all tt stuff im doing everyday, and what im not doing everyday. but geez. arent they a lil TOO concerned? and the way they're concerned is like. man. outta way man. not e way u'd treat a teenager at 18. argh wth man.

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