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I'm have a problem, my heart hurts. Actually, it's more like my throat. I think my throat is telling me that the other night when I took that bath, I should have breathed that water.
It's not like I didn't think about it. It's not even like I didn't try, took a deep breath of that damn soapy water. All that happened was I swallowed some, spit the rest out, and had a stomach ache from the bubbles. I should've tried again.
I'm feeling kind of depressed. It happens to everyone. I know it happens to my mom, she ends up yelling at me and crying, telling me that I spend too much time online and that she worries about me. My mom thinks I'm on drugs. Kids on drugs don't make straight A's.
I love my mother, but, as a teenager, she does some things that seriously annoy me.
The other day, we were at Wal-Mart, my mom and I, and she picked up the latest Maxim and said, with that tone a mother gets when you know she doesn't approve, "Look what happened to Lizzie McGuire..." Firstly, her name is Hillary Duff. Secondly, she's hot. And sure, the cover of Maxim isn't the most innocent place to be, but Hillary's an adult, and she's a human, and she can make her own decisions, and she doesn't deserve to be made fun of for them. Besides, my mom's the kind of person who chats about teenage singers online by day, and watches reality TV by night... I think 'Lizzie McGuire' is doing better, Mom. And Hillary Duff is nice.
And there's my problem.
I don't want to grow up to be like my mom. I want to move to a city, were I belong, and have a cats, and work in an art gallery. I want to go to partys. I want to die after a malfunctioning gullbladder surgery. I want to have a life.
Children who grow up in Kansas don't get lives. Children who grow up in Kansas raise children who grow up in Kansas, and those children will, in turn, raise children who grow up in Kansas. That's just how we're raised.
I swear, the day I end up driving my kids to soccer practice, I'm going to shoot myself.
