I was looking back at some older entries about how my parents sucked and I wanted to move out...now I STILL wanna move out, I'm sick of having to clean the house but my parents really aren't bad at all. I love my parents but I guess I was having a bad day and I was fed up with the fact they wouldn't let me do something as simple as painting my nails black...but I can do that now, and it didn't take much to convince them that I could. I mean, I may hate cleaning the kitchen, and I may fight over stupid things with them occasionally but they're always there for me, they're incredibly supportive (except of my drum playing), and they do everything they can to keep me happy when I rarely do anything for them. I feel bad, I'll admit I do, but I never try to fix it, I never try to make it better, I continue to get stuff for nothing, it's been that way my whole life. I'm so used to being spoiled that I don't do anything for them.

Last night my friend Shelly asked if I had a new years resolution, last night I didn't but now I think I have one...I'm going to give back to the people who give to me, I've gotten so much from family but I sit on my ass and do nothing except a 'thank you' and a hug and kiss. Maybe I can get rid of some of this guilt I have towards them.

So, in conclusion, I don't hate my parents, in fact I'd even go as far as saying they're some of the best parents out there. Not just for giving me things but because they're ALWAYS there, I can tell them anything and they won't yell (much) and they love me more than I think anyone else does.

I really am appreciative of all they've done, and I'd go back and delete that entry but where's the point in that? It was how I felt that day, I don't feel that way anymore and I'm glad I got over it. Although I'm sure the time will come again, but right now, I love my parents, and I always will, even with a random outburst of "fuck you"'s and screaming.