Yeah, bet none of my classmates have found this yet, so I'm just gonna randomly throw my thoughts in. Right now, my mom is pressuring me to do chores, my teachers pressuring me to do coursework, dad just pressuring me, two devillish brothers pressuring me to the point which I wanna scream to Olympus, my conscience to write the damn fanfiction and my body to just ignore 'em all and go get the sleep I haven't been getting enough of since two years ago.
So, can anyone relay to my parents the definition of teenage years? Or maybe just tell them that the reason I taped my mouth up earlier was to prevent myself from yelling insults, which would cause my gran to clean my mouth out with soup, at them? Or last but not least, yell back at my brothers that I AM BLOODY AWARE THAT THEY UNDERSTAND WHAT I WROTE BUT THEY CLEARLY DID NOT GET THE TONE IN WHICH I WROTE IT IN!!!
I'm still not satisfied. If you found this disturbing, freaking ignore it. Just because you hate it doesn't mean I bloody feel the same way. Good day to you.
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