Truth: I am a goody-two-shoes. My parent know everything I do.. Well, my mom does.
I usually don't do anything bad that she doesn't know about or has not given me permission to do. But does that easy my guilty feelings? Most of the time. Other times I become so paranoid that someone else is going to think I'm a horrible person of what I have done. Even if it is just stealing a piece of candy from the giant candy display a Krogers.
I feel bad when I eat the last of the Oreos when I know my mom will be wanting some later. I feel guilty for reading my book after midnight. I feel guilty for Facebook stalking my friends. All of these guilt trips make me lame. But I own it. I ride the guilt train, but it isn't for breaking curfew or smoking cigarettes. My guilt trains takes me on a journey at a speed of about 0.25mph and I am A-OKAY with that.
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