Friday, June 5, 2009

Make it right. Think it through

why cant they understand? they just pop their demands to their child like they didnt even think about it before. they think that they're always right. they dont even re-new their mind set about boys and girls these days. other parents just seem to be just fine with nowdays. why cant mine? okay maybe they're right about couple of things. but they shd be knowing that now, this year is so definitely different than the old days. why cant they see that. so they could do just a bit lighter or just not that strict about whatever it is. they think they knew it all but they're not. they too once a teenage right? why is it so hard to just say okay without any judgement? it's not that hard you know. to TRUST THEIR CHILD, TO LISTEN TO WHAT THEY THINK, TO JUST GIVE 'EM A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN THINGS RIGHT, OR EVEN NOT TO MAKE SUCH QUICK JUDGEMENT ABOUT THEIR KIDS. and whatsoever about the grounded thing. and sometimes because they're so angry, they made such quick decision that maybe just maybe, they think it'll be good enough to their kids to do some respect, or for they will not be doing the same mistakes again, and b a better kid. you know what it hurts to hear your parents says that you are the one who always make the mistakes. because of you almost every one felt horrible, or see this is what i get if i trusted you, you never return it back. or if you cant commit or obey our rules in this house, you might as well get out. 

it's just the outside. they wouldnt think that the child was having a mental repression, or they didnt even think the effect on that child's life. what will it be on their boyfriends, their girlfriends, they're friends. dont they understand that? the inly thing to make a teenager happy and or wanting to do the things that their parents wants, is just to discuss, so that they will do it with no burden, with an 'ok' feelings. god i just want them to understand that. 

if they just wanted me to get out then fine. FINE I'LL DO IF I HAVE THE MONEY AND I CAN GET MY OWN JOB. I DONT CARE IF I HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE SIDEWALK. what am i to you? a stick? so you can just shout at me with thoughts that i will be still as i am? that i dont have scratches all over my heart? yea right. do that as if it wont hurt a bit.

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