Go Eat Youself

Wow dude. Okay. Take my freaking phone away. And you say that once I’m 13 then I can do whatever. And in a little bit, after I turn 13 you say, no after you’re 14. And after a little bit later I turn 14 you say no wait until your 15. Okay. Well I’m not going deal with this kind of stuff anymore. I’m almost 16 now. And in a few years I’m going to be out of this freaking house and away from you. You’re the one that wants to make our relationship work here, and I don’t give. The way you are right now isn’t making things better. Even if study says that I’m going to grow taller if I sleep between the times of 10-2am, I’m not going to grow. I’ve been this height since I was in middle school. Now give me a freaking break okay?! Stop saying, you’re not old enough and give some mother freaking freedom. I’m not a little kid anymore. I never even disrespect you guys, and neither am I the worst child from the 3 of us. I don’t whine in front of you as much as they do, neither do I stand right in front of your face and talk back to you, I don’t reject the favors that you ask me to do, I don’t grouch when you tell me something to do, I don’t say that I won’t watch the store even if I don’t want to, or even if I don’t have the time to. You guys should be lucky that I’m actually doing something for you guys. Because, I don’t want to do any of this, it’s only because I feel bad for you. You guys don’t even know your own daughter for being such likely parents. You guys don’t even ask how school was or how my day went after school or even during dinner. You guys underestimate me and don’t give me the confidence that I need. I never asked you for money; neither do I ever ask you to buy me clothes, food, school supplies or anything like that. I take care of my own stuff unlike any other, and all I ever ask for you guys to do is do something ever so simple; to give me the freedom and treat me the way I should be treated. I don’t care how other parents treat their little teenage girls, I don’t give a shit. You say that you don’t want to compare me to anyone, and the next thing you know, you’re out there just talking about how great this one is, and how much better this one is than I am. Well guess what, I know that you want the best out of your daughter at this age right now, but I can make my own decisions now. I’ve been living by your rules and their ridiculous now. I can’t stand it anymore. What kind of daughter would come to the store every day after school and watch the whole place by herself ever since 4th grade until she got into high school, and not get paid for it 3/4 of the time, who would skip all school activities, sports she wanted to do, sacrifice the time she wanted to hang out with her friends, and watch the store for 5+ hours a day, also on Saturdays to work for 12 hours straight. Who would do all that and keep her grades up with a 4.0 and not whine about anything, not say that she didn’t want to watch the store, never asked for anything for you to buy her, nor asked for lunch money until you gave it to her. Who would do that at that age?!?! Tell me! I am so sick and tired of this now. I feel like packing up all of my stuff and just walking out the house myself and take care of myself. But then if I do that, the next thing you know, you guys would call the police and search for me everywhere, and you’ll notice what you guys have had that whole time, and see how it feels not to have it there, and not know it while you had it. You guys would find me, take me back into the house, and then the next second you would be scolding me of doing something that you didn’t like. You want every freaking detail to be perfect; you want everything to be so perfect. You guys don’t even bother to find out how my day goes or how my personality is. You guys never ask what’s wrong with me. You guys don’t acknowledge anything that I do, you guys never come to any of my concerts, and neither do you come to the meetings that you need to attend at my school. You guys never supported me in running for vice-president for the freshmen class, and never officially congratulated me of it. Same with this year never supported me in running for 2012 sophomore class VP, neither did you ever really say good job or I am proud of you after winning the elections. Oh, then I think to myself, when was it when you said that you would give me all the support that you can give, and yet don’t even give me the rides that I need, and make myself a burden to everyone else. You guys say that you understand what I’m going through and how much you love me and care for me. But you know what, from that I see, you guys don’t know shit about me and neither do you care about what I do. So stop acting like do and show something. Say and do it. Don’t expect so much from me, because I am a human being too, and I make mistakes. Don’t expect me to be so perfect, because no one can be perfect. Don’t freaking get mad about something so little, something that is absolutely nothing compared to other teenagers, something that you guys do all the time; compare. No wonder I had nothing to remember from my childhood except for watching Sesame Street on the television when I was little. You guys didn’t give me the freedom, you guys kept me locked up in the cleaners to watch the store all day. From what I know, you guys wouldn’t have even done that if you were my age So just me a break, and let me go!