Life as a teenager

I wanna grow up, i wanna move out.

Sick of all the fussin and fighting so i constantly shout, trying to back up what i believe is right, even though it always ends up being a fight.

People say i have it good, but do i really? i feel like no one understands, all of this shit aint really what i planned. I want my mom to be happy, but why does she have to move so fast?

She's so gullible, and i know shes fucked up from the past. But damn, im a teenager, i want to live like one. She's always making me feel guilty like im the one to cause all of this stupidity.

I just wanna be alone, where i can be me. I feel like im under pressure, sick of dealin with all this goddamn tension.

Everyone probably thinks i want attention, but its not like that. I just want my life to be fair.

This is a whole bunch of bullshit, i honestly dont even care. Im done venting, im going to call it a night before all hell breaks loose into another fight.

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briakirklin

i love this man. 

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