take me with you.

Apparently my dad can't even look at me. Because of the hole in my lip. But at least he's civil. My mom just comes in and looks at it all disgusted and constantly asks if it's infected, and insists that my lip's swollen. It's supposed to swollen. And my lips are just this big. Hey man, if you don't like it, blame dad. He's the one with the fat ass lips passed on to my sister and me. Sorry if I was just blessed with big lips. Hah.

Things I guess have cooled down because you can't do anything about what's already been done. And this is what my dad knows. My mother is stewing. That's okay.

So I said, calmly, though I could have exploded as I tend to do..."I have a question. So you want me to be a nurse. And you tell me to do things about MY BODY. That's my whole life."

And then my mom got frustrated and said "FINE, STUDY WHAT YOU WANT TO STUDY. Just make sure you can pay for the loans after."

I just wanted to know I had the choice. Now maybe I can sleep easy when I think of the future in relation to happiness.

I don't know man. Sometimes I think...I am right, and then they are wrong. But then other times I think I am selfish and wrong; maybe this is part of being a teenager and is just a phase. I'm not sure. Gah. Whatever.