If they don't put me away,

it'll be a miracle:

I wish I wasn't punished for not having the same beliefs as my parents. Because we don't agree on the same things, I get the shitty end of the stick. If i could get a decent job with a paraphernalia ticket, don't you think I would? The things that make me happy and the things that make you happy aren't the same and you get angry because they aren't the same. How long can you be angry? And the things you do out of anger do you even think them through? I get that there are consequences for whatever you think I'm doing wrong because you're my parents, but how shitty do you have to make my life and for how long? When can you just be normal parents and let me have my life back? I'd like to think you both understand but even that's thinking too much. For you to understand what I'm going through would be a little more than a miracle. Because you're so close minded and I couldn't even begin to explain myself. I almost feel sorry for you. We live in different generations and I feel sorry that you will never understand what I understand. If only you could though, that'd be nice. I wonder if you even "get advice" on half the stuff you do. I'd like to hear the person who told you that me not having a phone is logical, I'd like to hear it. really.

I wish I knew what happiness is. I wish I knew what it was like to be able to do what makes me the happiest and be with the people who make me happiest. I'm tired of being sad and angry, tired of crying and tired of taking a back seat to everything and everyone else.

(sigh)

signed,

OVERWHELMED.