Friday, February 22, 2008

I'm fucking 21. Do not fucking interfere on how I should decide to do things for I am mature enough. I'll seek for help when need one, else just back the fuck off.

I am tired when I get back home from camp and the last thing I need is people lecturing me the whole goddamn reason on why it is not good to take leave unnecessarily. The next thing I don't fucking need is people sniffing around my stuff just because they previously found a deck of poker card laying around in my room.

Fucking know your boundaries!

Welcome back teen angst.

Fenderson out...