trust and mistrust

more rantings. don't you just love them? yes, dear audience. i know you do too!!!

now let me fathom the obscure depths of an entity (?) called trust.

hmm...

right now, the only meaning i can give you is this: trust is something that my mother doesn't give me

SERIOUSLY!!!

what's wrong with parents?

maybe i should really screw up my life, then she'd know how lucky she is that i'm the studious, responsible girl that i am. AM! NOT WAS!

GEEEZ!!!

last night she keeps on asking me if i have a boyfriend! and her basis? her friend told her that i have one! hello?!?! i don't even know who that person is!!! met her a few times but the most i said to her was "hello, good afternoon!"

take a friend's word over your daughter's? possible but definitely stupid if both parties are not even acquiantances!

now everyone who knows me is aware that i'm cynical when it comes to relationships and that i never want to get married. EVER! and i don't believe in love. and i think all those in teenage relationships right now are stupid. yeah, go shoot me. really. or better yet, shoot my mom - maybe it'll knock some sense into her.

i don't like boys very much. iie, i'm not asexual. i mean, i know a cute/hot/cool guy when i see one and yes i'm not immune to attraction but i have a lot of better things to do rather than swoon and think about those allegedly attractive members of the opposite sex.

mum's still mad at me for reasons that only the dark abyss of her twisted deduction knows. if she doesn't trust me then i really don't care. i gave up on that. i don't trust her too, for that matter.

if she asks me i have i have boyfriend for one more time, i'd crack and tell her that i have millions of boyfriends and i'm having casual sex with all of them. just to keep her mouth shut for a few minutes, ne? 

>:p

garde, she's annoying.