Mood: Infuriated
Music: "Manipulate" - Freezepop
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Well, it's like this.
Get a tattoo, or continue living with my parents and get financial support for college.
That's a really, really nice set of options, mom and dad. I love you, too.
You know what? I'm fucking glad I'm not getting it anytime soon. I said I'd get it on my arm - and I changed my mind about the placement, not the content. I made it easier for myself by taking my father's (you know, the man you said felt sick going to work today because of all this?) advice about putting it on my back instead, but you don't seem to realize that. If it's on my back, how are people going to know I have it unless I'm naked or I tell them? You don't really listen, though. I really don't want to listen to you guys bitching and whining about how I'm "hurting" and "disrespecting" you by getting this and "ruining" my beautiful skin. It's... really not worth it, trying to see you pull guilt cards on me left and right, when they've never done anything in the past. I don't agree with you to admit you're right - I do it to shut you two the fuck up. Most of the time I will agree, but there are just some times when you really need to not say anything else on the subject.
I don't really find all of this surprising, though. You guys weren't even supportive of my artist career idea, so hey, what's another art-related goal of mine to you? Garbage.
Like it's always been.
Bitter music.
