Hey. I'm way past beyond near-death boredom. Mom simply won't let me go out. Reason being; she's afraid of whatever-shits-typical-teenage-doings she has been thinking unnecessarily would happen to me. Shit. She expects me to smoke and take drugs or something? WTF shit IS THIS? She knows, and she even heard me swore that I would never ever, in my life, touch a fuckin butt or get involved in any way with drugs right?! I have self-dignity and brains, for HER info.

REALLY PISSED OFF NOW.

!@#$%^&*()

No, I'm not going to rant on how much I wanna run away from home or even come to an extend of killing my parents, but right now I just wanna .. uhm, ah can't think of any.

So what do you do when your parents lock you up at home?

For me, I went to clean my worktable and clear all my stuffs. I was angrily banging all my stuffs into the big box and then proceeded to my room to erase all pencil-marks that have been left behind by my younger siblings on my cupboard door and arranged the stuffs on me and my sis' shelves properly and in order. I even turned up the radio so loud I think it could have burst my eardrums. I think I had sent Mom to a guilt trip cos at 2 pm, (we're still not on talking terms) she was in the kitchen, cooking, and she asked me whether I want 'roti prata' for lunch cos if I want, then she will cook it for me. Despite me not really liking Indian food (no offence), I still agreed cos I was friggin starving and I did that not for an act of being polite or courtesy. But come to think of it, for my entire life, Mom had never done such favours like that for me before. Pardon me.

Random; why can't "chauvinist" be used for females?