Freedom Train

The day is clear and the sky is sunny. Perfect for the largest rally day of BSU… MLK day. But of course… I have a train ticket. And my mother won’t let me go. Five fucking bucks. And it’s not the five bucks. It’s the fucking principle. I want a car. If I had my own car I wouldn’t have had to depend on her. This wouldn’t matter. I would be on the train and fucking halfway to San Fransisco for one of the things I’m sure would have been a greatest event of my life.

At one point she even offered to drive me. Right. After she lectured me for almost two hours. Yeah. I’m going to go even though everything I do is going to make me tihnk about her and feel guilty. That’s really great. Guilttrip your child into not going. Now she’s acting all nice to me too. As if she really cares. She just doesn’t want me upset cuz that’ll make her life harder. Fuck it. I’m so fucking tired of my politic driven family. Why does everything have to run on so many fucking unsaid rules and laws.

I want to curl up in a little ball and shut the world out.