Angst! Frustration! And then more angst!
I can’t seem to say or do things right anymore. My parents are very upset with me. Apparently, I have lost their trust somehow… I think my mom has forgotten what it was like to be 18-20 with hopes and dreams about doing things and having fun. I honestly believe she’s forgotten that part of her adolescence. My dad has not forgotten. However, it seems he has never made a mistake and basically raised himself.
Listen to me–I sound like an idiot. I’m such a brat! I’m going to stop typing now because I sound like Hilary from “The Fresh Prince of Bel-air.”
“Daddy, I can have $300?”
“Well, there is this darling hat at Bloomingdale’s that I simply must have.”
“Well, honey, don’t you have one just like it?”
“No! The one I have has a dashed seem. This one is crossed–”
“Nevermind, nevermind. Here you go. $300.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Kiss-kiss.”
Yeah… I feel just like her right now…