Anger and angst is inevitable for a female teen. But the frustration can be nullified by clear-headed thinking, cussing and blogging. Exactly what I'm doing right now. Since vulgar, anger-filled posts aren't going to sit well with me when I look back and read them.
Chill out, what you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if, you could only let it be
You will see
I really want to say the above to my dad. Why the hell is he whine-yelling to me for? I mean, he does the accounting work the start of every month! He ought to be conditioned to them already.
Being the filial child I am, I resisted retorting back. For one, he's stressed. For another, he's bigger and stronger than me. Ok, I'm more on the 'bigger and stronger than me' camp. Self preservation!
But apparently, daddy dearest isn't very smart. (Haven't he heard not to piss off a female adolescent when she's on a mood swing?)
But I guess frustration can make you dumb up a notch.
Cheers!
LF
P.S.: Lyrics are Avril Lavigne's Complicated.
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