Everything was done, so you would come.
Yours Truly.
Saturday, June 7, 2008, 12:09 PM
I'm sick of everything. I've shown you respect, what more do you want? You are controlling me far too much, fucktard. I would rather live by myself than stay under the same roof as you. You sheltered me from the rain just now, yet I still kept a distance away from you. We didn't even say a word to each other, the whole journey home was quiet. You said you would even scold me like an i**** in public, c'mon I'm not scared of you. Perhaps I may even quarrel with you, ignoring the glares of other people. If you can do it, why can't I do the same? I know you don't trust me as much ever since that fucking incident. At least I was brave enough to admit, right? Plz, I'm turning 16 in 2 months' time. Stop controlling me like some fucking retarded robot, if not fuck off.