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My mom once told me before of this 'something' she read about how weird teens could be as they undergo *garble garble* changes with their hormones and body. But it's mostly hormones yuck . The author wrote about how her teen daughter cried very loudly once to the alarm of that little ladeh's parents.

*parents rush in to the kitchen*
"what's wrong honey?"
*sobs loudly*
"There's no milk in the fridge!"
*sobs some more*

I know, it's really funny. I just had to laugh when my mom got to the last part though - it's just hilarious It still hasn't lost its spice for me up until now cos everytime I think about it I still smile and giggle a little bit hahaXD . . . But that girl was serious actually. It really mattered to her that there was no milk in the fridge and the sadness of it all just made her cry that loud. The author said that this was just normal for teens so no matter how weird they get parents should understand and tolerate their behavior blah blah blah i think you get the point now. Anyway, after my mom told me this I couldn't help but think to myself, "That would never happen to me." After assuring missus mom that there's no need to worry about me crying to the top my lungs about some missing milk predicament and going wild, life went on for us as it always did. What I thought back then actually, boy, I never realized how wrong I was. After a few days of staying at my uncle (he has printers and the internet), I got verrry lazy with doing dishes. Too lazy actually. When I got home I'd think up of all sorts of excuses just to not end up washing the dishes. I convince my younger siblings to do them tho, not my mom because I know she's really tired (i know, i'm still evil) and if they don't submit to my power lol I harass them. Verbally of course (that's more evil. i know, it's really bad i actually regret doing that-i get cringes just by thinking about the amount of psychological damage i've caused to such innocent young minds, all to satisfy my selfishness i'm doing my best to tame my mouth don't worry. and we're all on good terms now ok back to topic ) So the excuses and the forced labor for my siblings continued for some time. But then the day came when I didn't have a choice at all-it's either wash the dishes for tonight or let mom wash them tomorrow morning and have conscience and guilt ruin your whole day. or more. I really got angry with my situation but like I said I didn't have a choice so I stormed my way to the sink and to contain it all I kept my mouth shut. But the sadness of it all could not be locked behind the fragile bars of a 15-year old boy (ahknowit'ssoembarassing) and so . . . I wept. Yup, what happened back then was serious crying for a soon-to-be-man. As I wiped the sponge from this plate to that, I whimpered and sniveled and did blubbing with stuff dripping off my nose. My mom and my sisters laughed it all off during the duration of the whole drama but as for me . . . nah, I find it hilarious too Ever since then I decided to be more careful in making assumptions about stuff like with that teenage girl who cried "milk!". This drawing is in remembrance of that moment and might probably be what came over me when I cried over my sud-stained hands lol But seriously though, back then when that happened, I was totally serious and had serious serious thoughts while i was sobbing. Sometimes when I think about it I can't bring myself to think about that moment as a laughing matter because like I said it was totally serious but whatevs! That's probably because my *garble garble* changes are still not done and I'm still 15. still not much change going on tho, i'm still working with that mouth hahaXD

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My mom once told me before of this 'something' she read about how weird teens could be as they undergo *garble garble* changes with their hormones and body. But it's mostly hormones yuck . The author wrote about how her teen daughter cried very loudly once to the alarm of that little ladeh's parents.

*parents rush in to the kitchen*
"what's wrong honey?"
*sobs loudly*
"There's no milk in the fridge!"
*sobs some more*

I know, it's really funny. I just had to laugh when my mom got to the last part though - it's just hilarious It still hasn't lost its spice for me up until now cos everytime I think about it I still smile and giggle a little bit hahaXD . . . But that girl was serious actually. It really mattered to her that there was no milk in the fridge and the sadness of it all just made her cry that loud. The author said that this was just normal for teens so no matter how weird they get parents should understand and tolerate their behavior blah blah blah i think you get the point now. Anyway, after my mom told me this I couldn't help but think to myself, "That would never happen to me." After assuring missus mom that there's no need to worry about me crying to the top my lungs about some missing milk predicament and going wild, life went on for us as it always did. What I thought back then actually, boy, I never realized how wrong I was. After a few days of staying at my uncle (he has printers and the internet), I got verrry lazy with doing dishes. Too lazy actually. When I got home I'd think up of all sorts of excuses just to not end up washing the dishes. I convince my younger siblings to do them tho, not my mom because I know she's really tired (i know, i'm still evil) and if they don't submit to my power lol I harass them. Verbally of course (that's more evil. i know, it's really bad i actually regret doing that-i get cringes just by thinking about the amount of psychological damage i've caused to such innocent young minds, all to satisfy my selfishness i'm doing my best to tame my mouth don't worry. and we're all on good terms now ok back to topic ) So the excuses and the forced labor for my siblings continued for some time. But then the day came when I didn't have a choice at all-it's either wash the dishes for tonight or let mom wash them tomorrow morning and have conscience and guilt ruin your whole day. or more. I really got angry with my situation but like I said I didn't have a choice so I stormed my way to the sink and to contain it all I kept my mouth shut. But the sadness of it all could not be locked behind the fragile bars of a 15-year old boy (ahknowit'ssoembarassing) and so . . . I wept. Yup, what happened back then was serious crying for a soon-to-be-man. As I wiped the sponge from this plate to that, I whimpered and sniveled and did blubbing with stuff dripping off my nose. My mom and my sisters laughed it all off during the duration of the whole drama but as for me . . . nah, I find it hilarious too Ever since then I decided to be more careful in making assumptions about stuff like with that teenage girl who cried "milk!". This drawing is in remembrance of that moment and might probably be what came over me when I cried over my sud-stained hands lol But seriously though, back then when that happened, I was totally serious and had serious serious thoughts while i was sobbing. Sometimes when I think about it I can't bring myself to think about that moment as a laughing matter because like I said it was totally serious but whatevs! That's probably because my *garble garble* changes are still not done and I'm still 15. still not much change going on tho, i'm still working with that mouth hahaXD

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