I think my parents have forgotten who I am. They think that because I come home really late I'm out starting fights again, selling drugs, doing drugs, heckling old people and God knows what else. I don't know what makes them think I'm up to these sort of things lately. I mean...sure I had my times in high school but that was like 2 years ago. I mean...maybe it's the hair, the way I dress, or MAYBE it has to do with the massive knife I carry around with me everywhere I go but all I'm doing is hanging out with old friends from high school who aren't part of that image at all. I have to be home by midnight EVERY night. Considering I get home from school at 8pm and take 3 and a half hours to study, that doesn't leave me with much freedom to see my buds.
I come home tonite to my pissed off mother and she's like: "Why are you out dressed like a hoodlum scaring people at the mall?"
I'm like: "Wtf are you talking about?"
Mom: "The chains, the knife, your boots and your clothes in general!"
Me: "What about it?"
Mom: "You'll get arrested one of these days."
Me: "For what? Having a coffee at Tim's? Why the **** are you being so ******** about this ****!?" (Im getting angry now)
Mom: "Because you have to get used to new rules in this house." (Little does my mom realise how often I'm not home. I don't even think I live there anymore)
I was done arguing with her. She's getting crazy about this kind of stuff lately so I just left. I don't know what I did to make her think that all of a sudden I'm out causing trouble. I'm at my friend's house (down the street) talking to my friend and his parents about school. She calls me and she's screaming at me to come home because "it's late" and it's only 11:30 at night. Considering I usually stay up until 3am to finish work, I'd say that's a little rediculous. I don't know what to do. I'm angry at my mom to the point where I can't even deal with her anymore and she threatens to take away MY stuff as punishment when I don't listen. MY stuff that I bought since she doesn't give me a dime for anything. When I ask her for some change for lunch, she's like "FOR WHAT!? Blunt wraps, weed, and a couple beers!?" I'm like "...holy ****." and I leave. She's nuts.
I don't dress like those idiots at school with pants around their ankles and shirts 6 times their size. I dress like any other skater punk...just with big combat boots.
I've never gotten into trouble with the law (and gotten caught atleast). I work hard in University. I go to work and make my money, and I'm trying to live my life and see my friends who all got into different schools than me. The only time we get to see eachother is late at night.
With my Dad isn't as bad...but still just as stupid.
Me: Hey dad, I'm taking the truck out to see Mike at Tim's.
Dad: Whoa, where you really going?
Me: ...Tim Horton's.
Dad: Is that some sort of code word you kids have for the bar?
Me: I guess but I'm still going to Tim Hortons.
Mom: Back by Midnight
Me: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's difficult to exist in this house. I don't even know why I ever bother coming home.
Where is the justice, people!?