Tuesday, September 21, 2010


Sometimes I feel like a rebellious teenager and America is my parent. America is like "Get a desk job and a 9-5 career. Make money. Buy a house and some land, wouldn't it be nice to settle down? You might want to think about having kids soon. Start your own family! Live the American dream!" and I'm like "That's your dream not mine!" and "You don't care about me all you care about is money!" But I'm the kind of rebellious, angry teenager that still wants the good things from it's parents even though it's been disrespectful. Instead of "Mom I hate you! What's for dinner? I need a new pair of jeans." I'm like "America you suck. Supply me with safe surroundings and give me freedom of speech!" 

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