Who Gives You The Right?

To ask Smiddy how he is then carry on walking, not actually waiting for his reply, who gave you the right to so blatantly ignore him? Who? Who was it? Take me to them and I'll show them that you can't just do that. That'll teach that group of the population. They shouldn't be allowed to do that. I agree with you, Smiddy!

And who gave you the right to say that boys can stay out later than girls? I know there are differences between girls and boys, yadda yadda, I get it, but I want to be allowed to be able to stay out with my friends without you thinking I'm gonig to get mugged/raped/murdered. Have I not said a thousand times before, I can take care of myself.

On that note; who gives you the right to give me a right earfull about how I'm takign a big risk staying over at someones house that I've never been to before and smoking. This is coming from the same person that went out on saturday and can't remember half of the evening. Did I manage by myself? Yes. I got there and home alone and while money and dignity to spare. Go me. There's nothing I can ask you to do though to stop me acting like such a dick now. Sorry doesn't seem to work on me.

Who gives you the right to just blank me? I was and still am only ever nice to you but you've not bothering with me anymore. I must have meant nothing to you, right? And I thought you were different. I'm only sure that you didn't mean it now when you were drunk and you started spouting all that crap of how you really liked me... then again, it's my fault for letting myself get that way.

I love bad moods. They make for good, spontanious writing.