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I want my car back. I want to go vegetarian. I want control of my life. Is that too much to ask? I just love apartment living. Every second is just like living in a nightmare oops I mean dream. 4:30am the neighbors started screaming at each other, which set their poor little girl to crying, once again. I mean these people stomp around, bang on the walls, slam doors and get into horrible screaming matches at all hours of the day and now the night. I feel really bad for their little girl, she is just precious as can be and doesn't deserve to have two domestically violent parents. Does any child? I don't think so. Anyway, we haven't heard back from our mechanic so Mom is freaked. When Bob doesn't call, that means really bad news. I told her it would really suck if her bill was higher than mine would have been (haha). I don't think it's right that she made the whole decision to park my car out at my uncles. I'm thinking about jumping my car and parking it out in front of the apartment just to show her that yes, I am 21 and she does not rule my life. I decide in matters that affect me. And I say I want to put in some repairs on my car so it at least runs. I don't care what she says. It's my car. My name is on the title. I decide. Another decision I've made is to try going vegetarian. I received literature from a local group who are vegetarians against the cruelty that happens in slaughterhouses. It really makes you see what goes on, and how bad eating meat is for your health. So tofu here I come. I'll have to look up vegetarian recipes and start shopping for myself. Which I planned to do anyway. Mom went on a diet and got all healthy food for herself, which she dared anyone to touch. What did she buy for my little brother and I? Mini pizzas, chips and giant burritos. I think she is trying to make me gain weight while she loses it. She loves me, I know she does, but I think she is going nuts. I have to get a job and take control of my life. After 21 years I think it's about time. |