I feel like I'm doing more work and getting less and less me-time.
I get home, I do the dishes, do my homework, and go to bed.
I get yelled at for being on my computer, talking with my friends,
but I also get yelled at for being out too long, too often.
It's like they miss me.
Do they really?
I hardly ever sleep over anywhere,
and honestly I don't have many man friends here.
So I'm here, most all the time, except for school and maybe a football game or two.
I want to be able to dictate what I do.
And I understand that I have to be here, and that I have a curfew,
but, Jesus; look at my brother,
he gets to do all sorts of shit.
Band leader, sports, friends,
stuff.
My dad wants me to go out for sports so badly.
Am I a sporty type?
I don't think so.
But, still, I'm pressured, even threatened.
"You have to pick a sport, or I will."
What I want to do is drive.
Really the only thing I've ever wanted to do.
But, when I suggest that, I get squashed.
"You'll have to do a lot more around here."
???
I've gotten at least a 3.5 GPA every semester since the 6th grade.
I have no discipline issues.
I've never done drugs, like practically every person I've met.
What I'm trying to say is I've got my shit together.
I'd please any other parent of any other peer of mine.
I mean, hell; Logan Lightsey gets a brand new car with a 2.5 GPA.
I don't want a new car.
I want to drive.
A plausible argument that might be brought up is cost.
I don't have a job.
I don't have any money.
But how much is a sports fee?
How much did it cost for my brother to go to drum major camp?
$87 per month?
I don't know man.
I've been good.
I'd enjoy one perk of being Bailey White.
I don't complain too much in real life, guys.
I apologize if I sound like a whiny bitch.
It's just life as I see it, at the moment.
And, by God, that's what this shit's about!
