These ideas are nightmares to parents. Whose worst fear is a child with earrings and who likes working. Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing. To see her walking around with her headphones blaring. Alone in her own zone, cold and she don't care. She's a problem child. And what bothers her all comes out, when she talks about her fuckin' dad walking out. Cause she just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If she ever saw him again she'd probably knock him out. Her thoughts are whacked, she's mad so she's talking back. Talking black, brainwashed from rock and rap. Her house is a broken home, there's no control, she just let's her emotions go...
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My mam don't allow me to go work. What the fuck? And I'm like trying to help you with the financial problem and what's your reply? You don't even give a damn to what I say. Just walking out of the house and wont even shut up and listen to what I say before going out? What the fuck is the problem with working? What's so dangerous about that job? You want me to stay at home alone everyday, sitting infront of the computer for the whole day and for the whole month of June? My friends have band ok. They can't possibly accompany me to go out everyday ok. I know you care for me and dont want me to work so hard just for a few dollars but I've already grown up. I have my own decisions. I want to work. I want to have money. I need money. I must have money. If I dont go work and get money myself, would you give me the amount of money that I want? NO. You won't. Fuck.