Grocery List

 

Well, yeah, we need food, but I need eyeliner too! I've always been the daughter that seems to mess things up and make them difficult. I want to leave whenever my parents want the whole family to go out. Of course I'm not informed of the family's plans to go out until I've already padded down the stairs into the living room, sweet talked em up, and asked, "Can I go to Heather's house?" Heather is my best friend, by the way. "Well, we wanted to go see a movie." My dad would reply.

That's when I become the typical teenage daughter; my family goes out and I go to Heather's house. Blahh.!

That one isn't my fault, they didn't inform me that they made plans!

Here's another one, but this one is my fault: My parents ask me to keep the house clean during the summer while they work. Seems simple enough, right?? Ha. Well I don't particularly enjoy being around my siblings, so I sit in my room all day. Therefore, I do not know when Alicia, my younger sister, AKA Hurricane Alicia, has destroyed the house until my mother comes storming in like godzilla yelling and screaming. This is when I ask to leave to go to my friend's house. You know? She wants me to help her pick out an outfit or something, when really, she is probably not even home. I just need to get away sometimes... okay, ALL THE TIME. Yeah, I could have watched Alicia all day and made sure she didn't move a single muscle. I could have put her in the closet with a box of cheez-its and a soda and locked the door. That way, she couldn't destroy the house. But who wants to do that? I'd rather relax in my bed with my computer on my lap and a glass of water on the table next to me. That sounds much more enjoyable.

I know, I know, it's not always about me. I hear it enough from everyone. I'm a litle selfish, I'll admit it. But you can't make others happy until you're happy, right? I don't want to be one of those completely miserable people that live to please everyone else but themselves. My friend, Heather, is one of those people. I hate it! Like, seriously, do somethine for yourself for once. Go buy yourself an outfit instead of paying a gazillion dollars on your boyfriend!

Oh, the boyfriend, that's always a good one. "Mom, can I go hang out with Travis?" How could a mother say no? I'm always with my boyfriend. I hope that's healthy. I just loved doing everythig with him. Like earlier, I picked him up from his house and brought him to mine and we just slept, then I took him home. I just like to be around him! Is that such a bad thing? Well, my parents think it is. "You can't make him your whole life." Yadda Yadda. Mom.. Dad.. Leave me alone. I'm gonna do what I want no matter what! I'm a teenager, let me learn my lessons on my own. I'm not you guys! I don't live the same life you did. Get off my back!

So, mom.. buy me my black eyeliner. I look dead without it.!