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December 26 LifeWays to improve my life:
Merry Boxing Day December 21 It is not RIGHT. It is DIRTY.I need to vent.
I NEED TO VENT.
I NEED TO YELL AT SOMEBODY AND SMASH SOMETHING AND GET RAPED BECAUSE IF MY GRANDMOTHER DOES NOT SEE WHO I AM AND THAT I AM MATURE ENOUGH TO MAKE SOME DECISIONS, THEN SHE MIGHT AS WELL JUST SEE ME IN THE FORM OF WHAT SHE THINKS I AM!
"I'm going to the mall and maybe even the library for a bit, I'll be back soon, okay?", I said to my grandma.
"You are NOT going to go around the mall and hang around with boys at this age because you are too young! I saw Abby, I SAW HER BOYFRIEND, I see what YOU can become. It is not RIGHT. It is DIRTY. Until you are 18, you are NOT to associate with boys! HOW DARE YOU not go to the mall with me yesterday, but you have the sudden NEED to now?"
"Grandma, I am NOT listening to this."
"Oh yeah? OH YEAH? Well you have no choice. Call your mother and get permission or bloody stay at home. You are not, by an means, going to see a boy at the mall."
It's not as if I do DRUGS or have SEX with multiple guys. Men. Boys. Whatever.
I'm not a slut. I don't get stoned.
MY REPORT CARD HAD B-L-O-O-D-Y 17 A'S OUT OF A POSSIBLE 18. It's not like I'm failing school. Why is she restricting me? I WASN'T EVEN GOING TO SEE A BOY AT THE MALL.
Oh, but they are moving out. Yes, that's right, my old fashioned 'you-are-going-get-raped-if-you-don't-watch-out' grandparents are moving down the road. And I know, for sure, I KNOW, that my granddad will be outside the corner, WATCHING ME everyday after school, JUST INCASE I HAVE MALE FRIENDS. |
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