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*Shrug* Why...
I don't really know why I try anymore... Because of the stupid laws regarding minors I am nothing, absolutely nothing until I am 18 years of age. Let me ask you a question. Who the hell came up with the oh-so-briallant idea the being 18 makes you an adult? That just goes to show how utterly ignorant today's society is. I mean honestly, when I can fully outwit, outsmart, outthink, and outlogic nearly every adult I know that should be a clear indication that we live with some really stupid people. 18 years of age. 18. Thats about as bad as the whole "you need 6 cups of water a day" bullshit. For that is what it is, complete and absolute bullshit. 6 is just some random number some idiot made up because he though it sounded good and that is what I make of 18. I am 16 years of age with a mental capacity and maturity that dwarfs nearly those of all adults I know. Why does a number make you an adult? Why can't they just look at your intellegence and maturity and if you are a capable person call you an adult? It would be so much easier and make so much more sense. Oh, theres the problem; it makes sense. Stupid laws like these doom me to my current situation until I turn 18... I have to deal with my mother until I am 18. I used to think that I could make it. Everyone tells me how fast time will fly by, and yet it never goes faster nor does the situation get any better. I think I should just kill my mom and get it over with. I don't think I would get first degree murder if I plea insanity due to stress and all the s**t she puts me though. But I suspect that jail would be heaven compared to this place. I don't get it... Why is it all the good people that get drunk for the first time in their lives that get in all the car accidents. My mother is a supreme alcoholic who drives more often when she is drunk then when she is not; and not one damn ticket as long as I can remember. I could fill over fifty pages trying to explain how bad she is and what she does, but does she ever get caught? No. Further more, I am stuck in the house with her all week long and then when the weekend rolls around am I allowed to experience any measure of freedom? No. I stay at home and clean, do chores, get screamed at, and I am the one in the wrong here. I am the prblem child who causes all of her problems. The one who never cleans, nor helps in any way, nor ever listens, nor has any respect for authority, nor has any mental capacity of any kind, nor is kind, nor decent, nor anything good in this goddamn world. I really don't know what to do about her these days. Too many thoughts fill my head in times like this and all I can really do is pray it will come to an end. But it will not, to prove this to me my mom has made sure I cannot spend niether Christmas nor New Years with family and friends. What does she do? She makes me spend 2 weeks down in Mexico (one of the countries I never wanted to visit) so that I can sit and rot in some hotel room watching my little brother completely cut off from my world. She's not even decent enough to fill out a proclamation of emancipation when I beg and plead her to do so. Once again, that would just make too much damn sense. Oh well, I am going to go before I go on to a topic that I really don't want to go into on Gaia. I've been attempting to avoid explitives as much as possible and it'll just screw that up entirely. I'll see you all later I suppose. Enjoy your situations while you have them, because once there gone I garuntee you are going to miss them; no matter how bad they may currently seem.
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