All I do is ask a freaking question and there you go, go off again nagging about how i spend too much time on my computer. You don’t know what amazing people I meet here, I help them and they help me. I watch movies all the time on here and god forbid I use it to do my homework, but it’s not like you believe me. Like I really sit on facebook for 3 hours straight, it’s not like anyone talks to me. Yeah ma, let me go pull my imaginary best friend out of my ass and go hang out with her. I finished all of my freaking summer reading and my report, what do I do now!? Let me go sit in the rocking chair and knit you a sweater. Why can’t moms be kind and understanding like in movies and shows when they sit down with them and work out the problems. Instead you just keep going about how ungreatful I am when you beg me to go to the mall to get uniform pants, and now you’re yelling at me that you didn’t get anything for yourself, that’s your problem! I bought myself a backpack and my sister a shirt! Leave me alone. I try to talk to you but it always ends up with me doing something wrong. It’s not like I could talk to dad either, he’s more clueless than you. Maybe I will dye my hair, pierce everything, and never talk to you guys again because that is exactly what you’re afraid of and I know it. Let me just get a full sports scholarship cause we can’t afford anything else. whatever, i’m so done trying, go be proud of the golden child, would ya?