bleachedteen
January 6th, 2012, 08:13 PM
I tried to talk to my mom about getting a piercing. she told me I'd look scary, people would judge me, it's permenant, it's stupid. You are the person who will judge me the most mom, I don't want to associate or be friends with anyone like that anyways. and you think it's stupid. THOSE ARE YOUR OPINIONS.
you held your breath before mentioning the--'mean' look it gives me. go ahead mom, say it makes me look lesbian, the pierced ears the mohawk, you'd only be half wrong. Go ahead bitch shoot down my personal choices about my body and my sexual orientation, but my decisions won't change.
I told her i had plans for my body, she jumped at the reason to attack. do you have something to hide?
She already was glaring at me
NO!
I am going to get piercings, i will get a tattoo when I'm 18. I'M NOT HIDING ANYTHING, WHY WOULD I BE ASKING IF I WAS?
Do you not understand that if I'm lesbian i will be lesbian, if i want piercings i will get piercings, if i want to do drugs i can get drugs, if i want to cut/runaway/scream/swear/join a cult/drink it will happen, you can't prevent that. Anyone can find a way.
Telling me no to body modifications is just another thing we disagree about and I'll just have to wait until I'm 18 and do it without you holding my sweet 'naive' hand.
I ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH OF DAD'S SHIT TO DEAL WITH, MOM. WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IF I TOLD YOU THE THERAPISTS ARE CONSIDERING A DIFFERENT PLACE FOR ME TO LIVE? THERE ARE THINGS OTHER THAN PHYSICAL ABUSE.
I am a 15 year old girl who doesn't need your shit piled onto my fucking shoulder. mom dad, fuck you, fuck your morals, fuck the life you brought me into. I disagree with pretty much every big decision you've ever made. stop pushing your religion on me, stop being homophopic, stop fighting like 2 year olds and thinking you are always right. YOU ARE WRONG, AND I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING FIGHTING LIKE TODDLERS AND YELLING. IT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT IF I DIE. YOU'LL SEE MY WRISTS SLIT AND I WILL BLAME YOU. YOU GUYS FUCKED UP EVERYTHING.
I THINK OF DAD BEING IN A CAR CRASH I WISH YOU WOULD GET DIVORCED. I. WISH. I. WAS. DEAD. BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS. HOW WE WORRY ABOUT MONEY, YOU YELL AND MANIPULATE EVERYTHING.
IT'S ALREADY HARD ENOUGH WHEN I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU GUYS. MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST SHOOT ME YOURSELF.
i have dreams of slitting my wrists, shooting myself in the head, taking pills, drowning.
ITS.ALL.I.THINK.OF.ALL.I.DREAM.OF
you held your breath before mentioning the--'mean' look it gives me. go ahead mom, say it makes me look lesbian, the pierced ears the mohawk, you'd only be half wrong. Go ahead bitch shoot down my personal choices about my body and my sexual orientation, but my decisions won't change.
I told her i had plans for my body, she jumped at the reason to attack. do you have something to hide?
She already was glaring at me
NO!
I am going to get piercings, i will get a tattoo when I'm 18. I'M NOT HIDING ANYTHING, WHY WOULD I BE ASKING IF I WAS?
Do you not understand that if I'm lesbian i will be lesbian, if i want piercings i will get piercings, if i want to do drugs i can get drugs, if i want to cut/runaway/scream/swear/join a cult/drink it will happen, you can't prevent that. Anyone can find a way.
Telling me no to body modifications is just another thing we disagree about and I'll just have to wait until I'm 18 and do it without you holding my sweet 'naive' hand.
I ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH OF DAD'S SHIT TO DEAL WITH, MOM. WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IF I TOLD YOU THE THERAPISTS ARE CONSIDERING A DIFFERENT PLACE FOR ME TO LIVE? THERE ARE THINGS OTHER THAN PHYSICAL ABUSE.
I am a 15 year old girl who doesn't need your shit piled onto my fucking shoulder. mom dad, fuck you, fuck your morals, fuck the life you brought me into. I disagree with pretty much every big decision you've ever made. stop pushing your religion on me, stop being homophopic, stop fighting like 2 year olds and thinking you are always right. YOU ARE WRONG, AND I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING FIGHTING LIKE TODDLERS AND YELLING. IT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT IF I DIE. YOU'LL SEE MY WRISTS SLIT AND I WILL BLAME YOU. YOU GUYS FUCKED UP EVERYTHING.
I THINK OF DAD BEING IN A CAR CRASH I WISH YOU WOULD GET DIVORCED. I. WISH. I. WAS. DEAD. BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS. HOW WE WORRY ABOUT MONEY, YOU YELL AND MANIPULATE EVERYTHING.
IT'S ALREADY HARD ENOUGH WHEN I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU GUYS. MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST SHOOT ME YOURSELF.
i have dreams of slitting my wrists, shooting myself in the head, taking pills, drowning.
ITS.ALL.I.THINK.OF.ALL.I.DREAM.OF