9-20-15 seven days clean
"It's.. Just.. too goth.. You're a soft, beautiful girl." she states to me.
"Pfff one who listens to screamo and wears black all the time?!" I comeback.
Are you fucking serious?!
Nothing.
"What would be so bad about that anyways?"
What kind of parent are you to sit there and take away everything that makes me happy? What for? I'm not doing drugs. I'm not failing my classes. I don't steal. I go to fucking church and I draw a cross on my hand everyday just to publicly announce how damn much I am proud of my religion and oh yeah have you even seen what I do with my life? I am getting somewhere with these dreams you are oblivious to! What the hell are you afraid of? That it'll make you look like a bad parent for letting me be happy? Are you scared I will screw up your reputation? What, like your parents didn't think you were crazy for listening to rock n roll and you wear black all the time and you say you grew up in an extremely broken household, why did you never learn from that? IF ANYTHING BE FUCKING SCARED I WILL GROW UP TO BE LIKE YOU. YOU DRINK AND SMOKE TO NO END AND YOU'RE RAISING KIDS LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN NEED TO NOTICE US AND WE CAN HAVE FUCKING TOP RAMEN FOR DINNER EVERY NIGHT AND LIVE IN A SHITTY TRAILER HOUSE WELL HAVE YOU CONSIDERED THAT IT. BOTHERS. ME?! YOU ASK THAT WHEN I'M MAKING MUSIC THAT I WILL TAKE YOU ON TOUR WITH ME BUT IF YOU READ SOME OF MY LYRICS, YOU'D TELL ME TO STOP WRITING SHIT. YOU WON'T SUPPORT ME WHEN THAT TIME MAY OR MAY NOT COME BUT IT'S OKAY, I HAVE PRACTICE WITH DISTANCE IN OUR RELATIONSHIP. THE ONLY TIME WE GET CLOSE, YOU'RE CLOSE ENOUGH TO STAB ME AND THAT'S JUST WHAT YOU DO.
- (m.m)