I guess it’s hard for my family to realize that I’m growing up and I can make my own decisions. Honestly, it seems like they forget how I have my own agenda. It’s like I can push aside whatever I’m doing and follow their demands. I’m sorry, but I’m growing up. I want to hang out with my friends. I want to get out more. I want to do sports and not come home at exactly three everyday. I want my days to be more spontaneous. I hate have a repeating schedule. I just want my family to know that I’m growing up.. I’m wearing make up and I have clothes that may show off my curves. I like talking to my friends, male or female. I like being able to be my own person and have my own thoughts.
I guess you can say I’ve never had a relationship. Yes, I’ve had times where I was in this “talking stage”, but that’s it. It’s nice, though. Maybe it’s because I can’t commit, yet. I’m more of a flirting, talking, chasing stage person.
Always fucking needing to talk to/bother me when I’m actually doing something. When I’m not, they don’t care about me. Fuck off! I’m pissed.
