The Night a Forest Grew

Ah yes, scream at me all you want.

I know all my apologizes are probably crap now.

The truth is, I got grounded.

And I'm still grounded.
BUT, my parents are not that evil.
They said I may keep up on my blog.
Glorious, yeah?

I honestly have no idea how long I am grounded for.

But I am freaking miserable.

You know, it's kinda funny how kids get mad at their parents for grounding them.

I mean yeah, I was really pissed at them at first
I mean the type of pissed where you walk into your room,
hot tears running down your cheeks, and you walk over and punch the wall.
Yeah, I'm not sure if that's a normal thing to do when you're angry.
Punching walls.
But that's what I did.
And let me just say; I am a freaking wimp.
It hurt a lot more than I was expecting.


Anyway, when I think about it,

it's not my parents fault I'm in trouble.

They are just doing their job making sure I stay in line.

But what makes me really pissed off is that right when there's something really good in my life.

And I'm not just talking about ice cream or something,

I mean really good.

Someone that matters.

Someone that I love.

I (of course) go ahead, and screw everything up.

Because I'm a freaking idiot.

I pull crap all the time,

and my parents have to come in and ground me because of my mistakes.

But this time, I really don't care what they ground me from.

It's the aftermath I'm worried about.

I'm so scared of what will happen after I'm set free.

I'm scared that they might take someone from me forever.

Or I guess until I move out in two years.

But it's just one of those things that I'm not sure will be there
 for me when I can have it.
Are you following what I'm saying here?
Or am I just going on an emotional rant?
Maybe both?
Gah, I don't even now anymore.

And I'm sure I could be like pretty much half of the teens out there,

and be so mad at my parents for "ruining my life", and rebel.

Get a bunch of tattoos and piercings I know they wouldn't approve of,

start living with one of those artsy guys who are really skinny and

smokes all the time, drinks a bunch of black coffee,

 wears flannel shirts and skinny jeans,

some of those black hipster glasses, 

has a little beard going on,

and they're really into photography,

and listens to nothing but Bright Eyes.

Oh yeah, that's real original.

(in case you didn't catch my sarcasm, that guy I explained just now,

is NOT my dream guy or whatever.)

But no, my parents are not the ones "ruining my life".

That's my job.

And lemme just say that so far, I am knocking this one

out of the freaking park.

Ever since my little screw-up, my days consist of me

drinking about 5 cups of tea,

watching re-runs of That 70's Show in sweatpants,

taking naps randomly through out the day,

getting NO sleep during the hours I'm supposed to be sleeping,

reading a freaking long book,
pretty much not caring about my apperience,
so that means no make-up, gross hair,

and being obsessed with After The Burial.
Mmmmm, sure does sound attractive!
I'm joking.

Ah, it sure is refreshing spilling your heart out to many people who probably could care less.

But oh well, if you haven't gotten completely annoyed with my ranting so far,

then you are way better then half of the people I know.

I'm gonna try (keyword TRY) to keep up on posts.

I'm not promising that you'll see a work of art everyfreakingday.

But I am saying that music&moshing won't have the same post up for two weeks or whatever.

I will try to cook something up for y'all.

Just work with me here.

The pizza is in the oven.

Legacy Of A Martyr by Resist The Thought