Try to write smut. Sister sits down and asks, “Watcha doin?” And then stays there.
She’s even like, “Aw…I wanted to read.” I’m like…no, no you don’t.
Parents want to read my stuff all the time. And every time that they ask I’m calm and cool on the outside, but on the inside I’m like: “Crap, crap, crap. Hide everything. Make the text white. Encrypt the files. BURN THE COMPUTER. They can’t read my smutty stuff.”
My parents say that all the time. But when I give them something, they’re like…”It’s nice…but, really? That can’t be all you do.” I’m like…yes, it’s best you just think that’s all I do. Then they tell me all I do isn’t good for me.
LOL, okay. I honestly believe they expect me to sit down on the couch and be on standby so I’ll be ready to get them that remote that is only five inches from them.
Ugh, know that feeling all too well. Whenever I manage to scrape something up that I think is safe, I get that type of reaction too. “This is what you’ve done holed up in your room? This isn’t much.”
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Ugh, know that feeling all too well. Whenever I manage to scrape something up that I think is safe, I get that type of...
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My parents say that all the time. But when I give them something, they’re like…”It’s nice…but, really? That can’t be all...
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