I did care that I was good, but I was. My parents seem to twist what I do and make it seem bad. I already twisted the meaning. A long time ago, you could do big things wrong.
I'm just surprised people actually care about things when my parents don't. I feel soo bad. I don't think they should be suggesting things to me when they think I should be more mellow. Why can't they learn to let go? I feel like I have good intentions and am sane myself, but I am wary to go out. I don't like the way people try to impress me by insulting me. That's quite stimulating, but I chose to ignore it.
No comments:
Post a Comment