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I now have encompassed the full double portions of teenage angst. My mother is a Hellhound bent on tormenting me into misery because I seek the individualism that I need as of now. She has problems understanding that I'm emerging in different ways and that I'm no longer the doting child that I once was. I have my own ideas of guidance now. I have means of dealing with it myself.
You don't have to know everything.
You don't need to know everything.
I can take care of myself quite well, thank you. I'm human -- I have moods, please don't tell me that to grieve or to be sorrowed about something is absolutely selfish and ridiculous. I don't want to tell you what happened, because I know you'll chastise me.
I know you'll think I'm over my head. You'll say, study for the SATs. You'll say -- just two more days and you'll be free. But I don't work that way; maybe 16 years wasn't enough for you to learn.
Choir rocked. We needed more head-bangers.