You know what pisses me off about you? You make sure that you always have something to complain about!
You always complain because you never get to go to bed before 12 because of your job and yet on the nights that they give you off, you stay up just so that you can yell at me at 12:01 because I’m late for my curfew.
You say that I should be home early because I have work the next day, well you standing there arguing with me about it doesn’t help the fact that im gonna be tired tomorrow. So just shut up and leave me alone!

So this afternoon after my mother discovered I had once again deleted her from my Facebook friends, we had a rather heated discussion about the situation. Apparently she was severely hurt by the face that I’d done something “so terrible”. I think this is absolutely radicals. Firstly, it’s the internet, she can’t control it, also, it’s a public domain for people to do as they wish with their accounts. And another thing! How many teenagers want their mum as a friend! Who wants there mother commenting on all the photos of stupid things we do, or seeing our check in’s at places we probably shouldn’t be, or reading about how shit we think life is. So basically, I’m forced into two decisions, 1. Delete Facebook all together, or 2. Make a fake account. I think they’re both stupid and I shouldn’t have to do either, but unfortunately, my mother isn’t rational.
So tonight I have to decided which I’d prefer.

Sorry guys, I need a rant.

You want me to be family orientated and yet every effing time we do something as a family, I’m ALWAYS the one that ends up brig the odd number. I’m sick of it. None of you actually care about things I wanna do. I’m actually really depressed by today. It’s show me just how much I’m not a part of this family and how none of you make the bloody effort to fix that. It’s no wonder I hate family. My boyfriends family treats me with better respect then any of you ever do and they’ve only know me for six months!
I’m not putting in anymore effort at all any more. You want me to be a part of this, then you can do things around me.

Okay, seriously? You’re telling me to get a proper job, where I work 9 till 5 so I can catch a bus to work so you don’t have to drive me, and yet I already work 9 till 6 most days.
You just winge about useless shit! Honestly, get over it! Nothing I could ever do will make you happy, so learn to live with your misery.

I’m not your fucking slave!

You are SUCH A FUCKING BIFCH! do you honestly think that I want to spend time here or with you? You fucking yell at me every chance you get. I’m not a part of this family. I never have been.

Two thousand, two hundred and twenty second post.

Just sayin’