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So I'm boycotting my mother. So far she hasn't called too many times, but when she does I don't answer. Yes, I'm planning to do this until she realizes that I want my old privileges back. No, I will not back down. And fuck yeah, I'm pissed off.
You know, if you wanted us to grow up responsible and without the need for maids, you shouldn't have fucking brought us up with the damn maids. :|
Also, if you think that making me pissed off will improve my grades, think again. Try actually thinking.
I excel when I feel like excelling. If I don't feel like doing something, I sure as hell won't do it. If you make me do it, I sure as hell won't put in any effort.
Get that in your thick skull one of these days, why don't you?
And DON'T lecture me about how I'm throwing my life away, and all that crap. I know you'd never let that happen; that's why you're giving me all those damn rules.
But don't you ever underestimate my ability to throw it away, permanently. I'm not suicidal, honestly. But I can do it if I need to. I'm not desperately holding on to anything, and I long ago lost any sense of duty I ever had. You can't stop me, if I really want to. Just be grateful I haven't been pushed over the edge yet.
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On the other hand. ... actually, I forgot what I was going to say. XD Anyway.
EDIT: First sentence was not directed at my mom. Rather, at my maid. Subhuman little cretin.
~tRS
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