I don't give a damn. So what?
Know what it's like to stand silently at your parents' doorway for 50 minutes straight just listening to your dad yell the f*ck out of you?
Well, I do.
And guess what?
I don't give a damn anymore. If they think that I don't care about my family or the things I do, have it their way. They can think I don't care. I know my own issues and I know who I am, thank you very much.
They can yell at me all they want; I can keep quiet.
I know what I'm missing and I know my own issues.
Told you before, nagging at a teen never makes her talk.
Well. Fack my life.
I don't care about it anymore.