I'm just freaking tired. I want to be able to unwind, to be comfortable, to just have some darn privacy. But I can't. I can't have my phone or my laptop in my room, I can't even talk to people online that I don't know. I just want privacy, privacy, its all I ask. "It's my house, and you don't get privacy." But yet, you wonder why I'm always in my room or barely talk to you. You wonder why I cry and wonder why I have such an attitude. "You can always come talk to me." But yet, you make it so hard to. Because you're always on me, always watching my move, and I'm trying to be a good kid, but you're making it so hard to. "Stop crying, you're going to be fine." But yet, I'm already waiting to leave this house and just live my own life. Be my own person. You wonder why I'm scared of you, wonder why I wanna cry myself to sleep tonight, wonder why I don't talk to you. But you never listen. = = = (( I just gotta get something off my chest. ^q^'' ))
