I really, sincerely, honestly hate being a minor. It is probably the biggest cause of my depression, honestly; the simple inability to do anything without consent from someone who was raised five centuries ago.
It is depressing, having to come up with lie upon lie upon lie to be able to go see a film, explain a phone call, visit a friend, get the ******** mail... I realize that is is because "they love me" or some such usual excuse, but it's almost like they don't want me to have a life. /: I don't know.
I'm not going to cut myself because of it or anything (lawlz hawthrorne hightz iz teh bezt bnand EVAR!!!1), but it's ******** upsetting. I needed to get that out, kthx.
Now, someone help me come up with a lie so I can go see Harry Potter @ Imax wif my adorable friend on Sunday. xd
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