Let's say; Mom enters, and start shitting about you always fed up in the internet. If I was still the immature she-doesn't-act-that-she-doesn't-know girl? I could've just shut up and that would be my life. But reality came (Oh by the way, I am not saying you'll be like me, but somewhat in the same page) and I began to question. So what If I am fed up with the internet, and why do I have no right? I study, do the chores. What else do you want? At least I am not making havoc in some place (i.e. in bed) or playing bitch with snotty friends down at the Starbucks that we have to drive about one city just to get there because it's where the cool kids are.
Can't they see, I have been more of a real and acceptable person than the one trying hard getting a life? I make my life, I do not have to fit with anyone to gain it. Tho it may not be obvious, I am proud of myself. Sometimes my life is hard because I try not to be beat down, but when life does. I just do my best to get the fuck back up and say, "Hey that's life, right? You only live once and mistakes are forever going to be burden.At least we die to forget it."
Sharing this to many kids out there that is certain following some quo, please don't. Been there, I laugh about it now. But we all go through it right? That's what I love about life, the irony.
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