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Thursday, March 6

*revival potion*

there's just no way i'm letting my blog die off now with all the things that are uh going on.

things have been so bad (to a bloody certain extent) i really need to rant. and rant.

*takes a deep breath*

okay. here goes.

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this is it. this is the final straw, this is the final grass, this is the final whatever. the parents are getting on my nerves. so much for them thinking that they are understanding, cool, new-aged and nice. i moment i sit at the computer, the shouts start to rain on me. be it 10 minutes, 15 minutes or even 5 minutes, the scoldings will fly like some rocket launching into space. why can't they just understand that a human being has to have some leeway sometimes?

it's not as if i don't study and just plaster my stupid face to the suck ass computer screen day in and day out! i even limit myself to so little computer time! but no. the many times they walk in and out of my room and see me slogging my ass off trying to digest the latest maths or chem tidbits and dirtying tys books with my pencil, it gets brushed off. like duh. -my daughter is supposed to study every effing minute and anything prior to that is totally UNACCEPTABLE-

the moment they see me near the computer however, they start noticing. they start prying into everything i'm doing online and my mam even resorts to standing behind me probing into everything i'm typing, every site i visit, every person i talk to. everyone has their own limits and i'm reaching the end of mine. what that sucks most is that the 'rents obviously don't trust me enough to even just let me have my own privacy. )=

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