It's pretty clear that sometimes they arent' paid enough to take care of us the way we would like them to. We complain, and they're supposed to support us and help us to understand that the world isn't always full of flowers and butterflies.
Having argument, for me, is becoming a job. I argue with my dad about three times a week and no, I'm not having fun. Is it the same for every teenager in the world? Does every single 15 years girl argue with her parents while they have dinner? Maybe. Sincerely, I hope not.
It has been a great day, then I sat at that table and problems came out. I keep smiling, pretending it's normal. Bye, blog.
(. . . Oh yes!)
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