I Refuse

Last night I wasn't on very good terms with my parents, but I don't want to start of this post with all that negative stuff. So I'll talk about the rest of my weekend. It was pleasant. I'm not sure if it seemed good just because it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, (Which was really bad! Haha.) or if its because it actually was. I suppose that does not matter though. I'll just be happy it wasn't horrible. One thing I did learn this weekend is that you don't have to put yourself in bad situations. You choose who you hang out with and who you don't like. So I just want to stick a little note in here that nobody should be hanging about bad people just because they think they have to. I will be the first to tell you, you don't.
Anyways, my parents were yelling about me about all this stupid stuff last night. I had been up all night on the night before. I wasn't in the mood for there stupid arguments. But that's life, just gotta deal with it. Some how the stupid little argument ended up into being this huge long ordeal about me being to immature to survive in the real world. Right now, I'm sure their right. I'm fifteen not twenty one. I'm not supposed to be an adult yet. Later that night though, when I got home from my friends birthday party, we watched a movie. It was one of those dumb movies. It was a whole bunch of guys just messing around and, well, being guys. I remember what he said at the end of the movie though, "I'm not the guy that was in prison; I'm the man that came out of prison." So I've been thinking about that a lot. It's so true though. If everybody started viewing people like that, we'd have less people being judged and more people being loved. I refuse to look at people any other way. People are not defined by their past they are created by it. Personally, I find them all to be amazing creations. But that's just the point of view from a immature fifteen year old girl. And I REFUSE to look differently than that. I suppose I will die as an immature 95 year old lady then too.