So you think you're doing this 'for my happiness'? Oh, what poppycock. You think I believe that? Do you seriously think that by doing this to me, you're making me happy?? Hell, no. You're delusional if you think that way. Depriving me of my basic rights? Yes, I know that sounds cliche but that is exactly what you are doing. Oppressing me? Yes, definitely! Stopping me from being who I am? Oh, confirm, plus chop plus counter sign plus guarantee! I knew it, I just knew, that something was bound to go wrong. That feeling I had, before I left school. That feeling of lethargy and the knowledge that something's going to go wrong, but you don't know what it is and you can't stop it either. Basically, I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE GOING HOME. Don't you think that's um, pretty sad? Your own daughter doesn't feel like going home? Know why? THE HOUSE IS LIKE A PRISON. PERIOD.

Don't blame me if I say y'all are idiots or anything. You say I brought all this shit upon myself right? Well, SAME GOES TO YOU, MY FRIENDS. Tell me to think about what y'all said right? Do some self-reflection, too. Think, and try to discern if this is the right way to be doing things that are supposedly for my own good, 'cuz right now, it's highly detrimental to me. And like it or not, it's just making things worse. Too bad. GET A LIFE.

Never mind. Whatever. Back to the fray tomorrow.