This is ridiculous. This is going to be a disorganized post, I can already tell.
Well. My parents are flipping out about curfew. SO WHAT if I got back at 1 in the morning. It was just THIS ONE TIME. I’m back at fucking ten at night most of the time. Just give me a fucking key to the house already. I’m a fucking adult; just give a me a key and I’ll come home at midnight most of the time. I have no problem letting you know when I’ll be home. I just don’t want you to dictate my entire fucking life.
Also, drop it with the school shit. I got straight A’s last quarter. I’m organized, I work hard, and I’m smart. Now that I’ve got a little money coming in, you think that’s going to change. I realize how much you have to pay for school, but please realize I ALSO HAVE A LIFE. I have to pay for gas and for the occasional frivolity. If paying for college is bothering you so much, don’t. At least it leaves me free to leave this place.
Seriously though, what do I have to do to prove I’m responsible? The slightest mistake seems to be enough cause for your distrust. I don’t sleep around, I’m not lazy, I don’t do drugs, smoke, or get drunk every fucking night. What am I really doing wrong?
Also, Kevin, I think your girlfriend is just fine. But I don’t think she should be your girlfriend. She’s lazy, immature, and you two are fucking attached at the hip. Sometimes I want to talk to just you about all this shit, but I don’t want to have her input because in my mind, it’s not worth anything. But because she’s always around, I can’t. I hate it. Stop acting like such a fucking jackass whenever you have a girlfriend. You two are so damn close that there’s no room for me. So I will no longer be a fucking third wheel; from now on if you two are the only ones available, I’ll stay at home.
That was more organized than I thought it would be.