jail bird.

"Until further notice." ... That's how long I'm grounded for. It's been three weeks. I wish I knew what went on inside my parents' head. I'm more than positive they've completely forgotten that they've grounded me. Of course they'll remember as soon as I ask them tonight if I can go out. I think my parents are growing selfish, just in the way that they see I'm leaving soon and want to keep me home as much as possible. I feel like my parents are using my mistake as an excuse to give me a "never ending" punishment, thus keeping me home all the time. I'm scared that once I'm finally out of the nest again (which could be graduation... who knows...) I'll be even more reckless and rebellious. That's why I feel kids who have extremely tight restrictions on them are the ones who make the worst decisions. Nothing good ever comes from locking something up because you don't want to let it go. The longer it's locked up, the more likely it isn't coming back once it's set free. Now don't get me wrong, I understand fully why I was punished. But it's gotten to a point now where is blantent that I've learned my lesson and my parents are aware of that. Now it's just turned into an excuse to hold on to me before I run out the door.

I've been thinking about my girl alot lately. Not necessarily dying/crying/missing her, just thinking about her more than usual. I watched Tangled the other day, to get a glimpse of my girl. She is Repunzel... it's scary how accurate it is. In the movie she's trapped in a tower... how easily I can relate, in more ways than one.

from that dancer guy to you,
Tony