It's getting harder and harder to be nice to my parents. Never mind nice, I'm struggling to stay civil in their faces. Sometimes they ask stupid questions, or betray their ignorance about my life - my dad doesn't know how old I am, but I guess dads don't really keep track of that. I guess that's a mom's job. But through never being there for me, they gave up their right to have a say in the things I choose to do, the things I write, the music I listen to, who I talk to, etc, etc, etc. Don't get me wrong, if they died right here and now, I'd miss them. But sometimes I wonder if anyone truly likes their parents. Is that genetically possible? Shannon and I don't think so.
Angst! WE LOVE ANGST!
On the plus side, loving the blog's new look! Like our new purple default picture?
- Catherine
21 September, 2009
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