And So It Goes

Things have been weird at home with my parents recently.
Like they're been nicer.
But not like nicer as in them being cool, its more as them realizing that they don't let me have fun or even breathe so they're just trying to make up for it by ordering yummy food [ which I've barely been able to eat ], getting me more undies & socks [ that was great ] and just telling me where to go and they'll take me.

It doesn't matter. You can't buy me anything that will make me seriously happy.

Letting me go, leaving me alone, allowing me to have fun with my friends is what will make me happy.

You guys called me over 12 times today.
Three times when we were talking to Morgan.
Twice once I left the house.
Four times in the car coming home.
Twice just walking down the street.

Come on, just stop it.
You're the parents of a grown girl, now act like it.