It's harder without anyone to back me up anymore. In fact it's become opposite. The opposing side in all my arguments(i.e. my parents) now has my brother while I am sister less. I won't deny that they love me greatly. I know they do, which makes it that much harder not being able to get along with them. I want to help my mother. My bedrooms will testify, but I just don't know how.
See this is where I write about some of the shit going on. I'm not going to waste my notebook on it for someone(including me) to read over. But it's a part of me I want out. So why not let it be out in cyberspace to collect whatever dust is found there and to be lost.
Well weird things are making me laugh. Lingo I don't understand, "and my bro has a house up there so we hit up his 4 footer and 2 zens." Honestly what does that even mean? It made me shake and cover my face in laughter. Then after I told Lexi about my 'call me at least once a day, knows where I live, who's friend request I've had to deny 4 times, has drawn me 2 pictures and HAND delivered them to my house' stalker, she replied telling me it was 'seriously creepy' and how a lot of people she knows are getting stalkers now and asking if there was a convention we missed. Oh god! I bet there was. Dear Lexi, that was hilarious.
but best thing in life aren't free. So however difficult the consequences are determines it worth. I suppose that will give that night more worth, it'll mean more than others have at the Marquee. Never before have my parents not allowed me to go to a concert before...and never before have my parents and I been known to be on the same logic level. These are the fast times, so let's make them count.