|TheComfortCorner| v.4

[jungkook;]

Some people just don't
understand that you really love them....

Its just depressing how that girl thinks
I'm flirting with her when I tell her I
love her...I mean. Its been like
a month now..~ </3

I..I just need some one to talk to.. :'c

[I♫dream♪in♬harmonies]

All my parents care about is what they prioritize, what they think is important, what they want tme to accomplish. Okay, I get that it might make me a better person in the end or whatever, but seriously? I'm young. Let me live me life. Let me have fun.
I know you like the piano. Guess what? I hate it. And it's not like you don't know htat- I tell you allll the time.
I know you think math is important. Guess what? I hate it. Guess what? There are plenty of other subjects out there that have plenty more practical usage.
It's not like I'm going to skip math or anything- I'd never do that. But your topic at the dinner table doesn't have to be, "So, how was your day? What did you do in math?"
Tip: If you want to have a nice conversation, try talking about something that people actually care about!

Oh, and by the way. I love music, okay? I really, really, really love it. And I have a passion for the tuba. I know that you hate it- I don't understand why, but I know it- but since you are my parents, could you PLEASE try to accept that I have a talent for the tuba? That I actually love it? That I actually might want to pursue a career with it one day? That there are actually things called symphonies and bands where you can do that?

While I'm at it, I would really, really accept some trust. Or responsibility. I think I've proven to you that I can handle it just fine- and probably 7/8 of the people I know don't earn it nearly as much as I and have ten times more freedom than I have. I'm not a baby anymore, okay? I love you guys, but really, please. Just let me have some responsibility.


Also, one more thing (not anyone's fault really, I'm just sad about it) we foster kittens, and I've grown incredibly attatched to this one lil' foster we have, rory. I love him so, so, so much. I always love our fosters, but I just... rory's different somehow. He's special. I feel like it's my...responsibility to have him forever. To always love him. But he's a foster, so we can't. I love our three kitties, but would one add-on really be such a big problem?


Okay sorry reallllly needed to rant. Could I have a hug? ;n;

[I am Titanium^-^]

All my parents care about is what they prioritize, what they think is important, what they want tme to accomplish. Okay, I get that it might make me a better person in the end or whatever, but seriously? I'm young. Let me live me life. Let me have fun.
I know you like the piano. Guess what? I hate it. And it's not like you don't know htat- I tell you allll the time.
I know you think math is important. Guess what? I hate it. Guess what? There are plenty of other subjects out there that have plenty more practical usage.
It's not like I'm going to skip math or anything- I'd never do that. But your topic at the dinner table doesn't have to be, "So, how was your day? What did you do in math?"
Tip: If you want to have a nice conversation, try talking about something that people actually care about!

Oh, and by the way. I love music, okay? I really, really, really love it. And I have a passion for the tuba. I know that you hate it- I don't understand why, but I know it- but since you are my parents, could you PLEASE try to accept that I have a talent for the tuba? That I actually love it? That I actually might want to pursue a career with it one day? That there are actually things called symphonies and bands where you can do that?

While I'm at it, I would really, really accept some trust. Or responsibility. I think I've proven to you that I can handle it just fine- and probably 7/8 of the people I know don't earn it nearly as much as I and have ten times more freedom than I have. I'm not a baby anymore, okay? I love you guys, but really, please. Just let me have some responsibility.


Also, one more thing (not anyone's fault really, I'm just sad about it) we foster kittens, and I've grown incredibly attatched to this one lil' foster we have, rory. I love him so, so, so much. I always love our fosters, but I just... rory's different somehow. He's special.

I feel like it's my...responsibility to have him forever. To always love him. But he's a foster, so we can't. I love our three kitties, but would one add-on really be such a big problem?


Okay sorry reallllly needed to rant. Could I have a hug? ;n;

*hugs* I'm sorry:( my parents do the same thing but in a different way(if that makes sense...?) But play fiddle and wanna b a singer....what do they want..idk i guess to frickin keep me here and unhappy forever!

[I♫dream♪in♬harmonies]

All my parents care about is what they prioritize, what they think is important, what they want tme to accomplish. Okay, I get that it might make me a better person in the end or whatever, but seriously? I'm young. Let me live me life. Let me have fun.
I know you like the piano. Guess what? I hate it. And it's not like you don't know htat- I tell you allll the time.
I know you think math is important. Guess what? I hate it. Guess what? There are plenty of other subjects out there that have plenty more practical usage.
It's not like I'm going to skip math or anything- I'd never do that. But your topic at the dinner table doesn't have to be, "So, how was your day? What did you do in math?"
Tip: If you want to have a nice conversation, try talking about something that people actually care about!

Oh, and by the way. I love music, okay? I really, really, really love it. And I have a passion for the tuba. I know that you hate it- I don't understand why, but I know it- but since you are my parents, could you PLEASE try to accept that I have a talent for the tuba? That I actually love it? That I actually might want to pursue a career with it one day? That there are actually things called symphonies and bands where you can do that?

While I'm at it, I would really, really accept some trust. Or responsibility. I think I've proven to you that I can handle it just fine- and probably 7/8 of the people I know don't earn it nearly as much as I and have ten times more freedom than I have. I'm not a baby anymore, okay? I love you guys, but really, please. Just let me have some responsibility.


Also, one more thing (not anyone's fault really, I'm just sad about it) we foster kittens, and I've grown incredibly attatched to this one lil' foster we have, rory. I love him so, so, so much. I always love our fosters, but I just... rory's different somehow. He's special.

I feel like it's my...responsibility to have him forever. To always love him. But he's a foster, so we can't. I love our three kitties, but would one add-on really be such a big problem?


Okay sorry reallllly needed to rant. Could I have a hug? ;n;

*hugs* I'm sorry:( my parents do the same thing but in a different way(if that makes sense...?) But play fiddle and wanna b a singer....what do they want..idk i guess to frickin keep me here and unhappy forever!

Thanks for the hug <3 hah- my dad would LOVE for me to play violin, he even bought me one. I tried playing it, I really did, but I just... it just doesn't work. I play with my mouth, not my hands. I'm sure you're an amazing singer- never give up, just follow your dreams and you can do anything.

[r.ddler]

My grandpa had ebola, and I didn't know it
so when I helped him out, and he puked on the floor,
I cleaned it up, got in contact with it. It's probably already
ran through my system and everything, or it could be a false alarm,
but I just admitted that I loved someone, and... and...
oh god. I just, locked myself up, and never wanted to get outside again.
I don't want people catching it if I do have it. So I've locked myself inside and
I only talk to my parents through the door. My sister thinks I'm
at a friend's house ;-; Ugh.

[Thalassic]

My grandpa had ebola, and I didn't know it
so when I helped him out, and he puked on the floor,
I cleaned it up, got in contact with it. It's probably already
ran through my system and everything, or it could be a false alarm,
but I just admitted that I loved someone, and... and...
oh god. I just, locked myself up, and never wanted to get outside again.
I don't want people catching it if I do have it. So I've locked myself inside and
I only talk to my parents through the door. My sister thinks I'm
at a friend's house ;-; Ugh.

How do you know that he had it?

[r.ddler]

The way he died ;-;

[lesbian]

Check with your family, they would tell you if he had ebola. But you have to remember that he must have been in contact with someone else who had ebola. I highly doubt he had it as if he did he would almost definitely have been quarantined.

If he did, alert your family immediately, and then get in contact with the appropriate authorities to make sure you can get treatment.

[ProudHufflepuff]

whats wrong with me tonight...?

[I am Titanium^-^]

All my parents care about is what they prioritize, what they think is important, what they want tme to accomplish. Okay, I get that it might make me a better person in the end or whatever, but seriously? I'm young. Let me live me life. Let me have fun.
I know you like the piano. Guess what? I hate it. And it's not like you don't know htat- I tell you allll the time.
I know you think math is important. Guess what? I hate it. Guess what? There are plenty of other subjects out there that have plenty more practical usage.
It's not like I'm going to skip math or anything- I'd never do that. But your topic at the dinner table doesn't have to be, "So, how was your day? What did you do in math?"
Tip: If you want to have a nice conversation, try talking about something that people actually care about!

Oh, and by the way. I love music, okay? I really, really, really love it. And I have a passion for the tuba. I know that you hate it- I don't understand why, but I know it- but since you are my parents, could you PLEASE try to accept that I have a talent for the tuba? That I actually love it? That I actually might want to pursue a career with it one day? That there are actually things called symphonies and bands where you can do that?

While I'm at it, I would really, really accept some trust. Or responsibility. I think I've proven to you that I can handle it just fine- and probably 7/8 of the people I know don't earn it nearly as much as I and have ten times more freedom than I have. I'm not a baby anymore, okay? I love you guys, but really, please. Just let me have some responsibility.


Also, one more thing (not anyone's fault really, I'm just sad about it) we foster kittens, and I've grown incredibly attatched to this one lil' foster we have, rory. I love him so, so, so much. I always love our fosters, but I just... rory's different somehow. He's special.

I feel like it's my...responsibility to have him forever. To always love him. But he's a foster, so we can't. I love our three kitties, but would one add-on really be such a big problem?


Okay sorry reallllly needed to rant. Could I have a hug? ;n;

*hugs* I'

m sorry:( my parents do the same thing but in a different way(if that makes sense...?) But play fiddle and wanna b a singer....what do they want..idk i guess to frickin keep me here and unhappy forever!

Thanks for the hug <3 hah- my dad would LOVE for me to play violin, he even bought me one. I tried playing it, I really did, but I just... it just doesn't work. I play with my mouth, not my hands. I'm sure you're an amazing singer- never give up, just follow your dreams and you can do anything.

No problem^-^.....oh i know it can be sooo hard to play it...at times im thinking "im done!".....thankyou so much for the support!<3