Emily

Day In the Life of an American Teen
2020-09-04 18:15:36 (UTC)

Laughable

It's so funny to hear Rachel tell me she's sending me to Ohio with my dad. Funny. She refused to let him see me when I was younger because she thought he'd kill me. Now that I'm a problem, she could care less. I told her he wouldn't me. She just stares at me because she knows I'm right. She tells me how I have no respect for authority. She truly believes people deserve respect based on their status lol. It's really funny. She tried.

"If President Trump came up to your door right now, you'd have to respect him."

Um...no. I don't. It's my house. I can tell him to get the hell off of my property. I'll acquiesce that maybe it's not a smart idea, that I probably want the president to like me, just in case, but I don't HAVE to do shit.

"Join that crazy ass millennial group then just doing whatever they want."

Lol, sure fucking thing I will. I don't HAVE to do anything. If I want something maybe, or if I don't want to go to jail, but technically, I can do whatever the hell I want. Just deal with society's consequences afterwards.

"You have to respect me, I'm the mom."

Lol, she uses that so much. 'The mom.' As if that means anything. She goes on and on about how she'll just stop feeding me or paying for school and all of that. "I hate to tell you, but that's your job." Lol. Like, sorry you fucked the random dude at your stripper job and got pregnant. Not my fucking fault.

She says she'll kick me out. I said, "Okay, give me my card and I'll go."

"No. I'll call the police on you if you leave."

I'm sorry. Fucking what? What? Fuck? What? Sometimes I feel the need to hang myself based on the amount of stupidity I hear from her. But it is dumb. To be emancipated, I have to already be lived on my own.....Can someone fucking explain to me how I'm supposed to do that? When I can't leave? But okay.

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Fast forward to about 5 hours later, and she's drunk. Laughable.

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Fast forward to the next day, and she's lost my debit card, and used my cash. So now I don't know how I'm going to give Abi money to get alcohol. I'll figure it out, I guess, I always do. I'll probably just take some of hers.

And has the audacity to say, "You know, I'm not comfortable with you drinking, right?"

"You talk too much." Demarcus said at work today. Okay. That kinda hurt my feelings. I thought we were talking. I don't think I talk too much. I talk a lot with people I'm comfortable with. My bad. I didn't talk for the rest of the day, and he said he was sorry before he left and hugged me, but he didn't have to say that. Oh well.

Um. Okay. I told you where I was going and what I was doing and this whole night like a week ago. But. Okay.




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