I'm Only Human. Better than you can say for yourselves.

No no, you see, I HAVE seen both sides of the argument.


"No one will love you/care for you/support you/drive you to the bus stop every morning like we do. Can your friends save you?"
Frankly, that's what they're doing right now. Saving me. By care for me you mean give me food, buy me things, do my laundry. Well I can tell you, I'd rather have someone who does what is good for me than what is necessary to maintain a daily routine.







retort: "We want you to have a good future. That is what is good for you."
Wrong. You want me to have a future like all your friend's children are going to have. They got into Harvard. They're going to be a doctor or a lawyer (really those are the only two options). Money doesn't make me happy. It doesn't at all. It never will. It's just a commodity. If I don't go to Harvard, what do you lose? You lose the ability to tell your friends that I got into a good school. Oh no, there goes your freaking reputation. Life's too short to care about anything except true happiness.

"You are 16. You cannot go see a movie with someone of the opposite gender because that is considered dating. In our house, it is immoral."
Retort: To hell with your house. If I could I wouldn't live here. But seeing as how I can't, I'm stuck in a rather unfortunate position. And its pretty much the only argument you use against me-- I can't leave this place.









"He's taking over your life!"

Listen, you're making the same mistake you made last time. You're stopping me from doing something because you think it will mess with my ability to learn. What you are doing, in essence, is creating yet another obstacle for me. Deprivation is not the key. You will not be less hungry by not eating. And I sure as hell won't be happier if I'm deprived of a single movie date.

Speaking of which, "Can you stop me from dating someone?" "No." Damn right.
You forget things are different from last time. You can keep me from going on friday, but come Monday every restriction you have put on my life will not matter. You read the note I wrote about him. That's three strikes for you for not honoring my privacy yet I STILL don't lose anything from you knowing. I will see him every single day of my life, and i would love to tell you all the juicy details about us, just to see you suffer.





As for taking my iPod away, try finding it first.




And when you come home today, I will lie my pretty little face the way I've always done. Hopefully you'll see through it like you do.