i think a lot and sometimes it gets to me sometimes it doesn't some days i lay in my bed, thinking about what i want to do with my life and my father talks to me like i'm a wast to life itself, i think i'm a normal teen you know the type of teen that parents think are doing drugs or drinking just because most teens do those things don't mean i do them, i play video games with my friends that i met at school i think that is a big move for me sense i don't go outside or talk a lot but my mom thinks i'm a "trouble maker" that's what older foke's say, old enough to get a girl to call my own but.. i have social fears that hold me back and i hate to admit that but it's true, honestly i wish people would understand me more especially my parents, i think other kids my age would agree with me, and can you believe i thought all of this in my bed this is why i hate thinking about stuff...
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