Feeling tied down

I know I say this a lot, but I wish my life was more exciting. I want more adventure. I want to be mischievous. I’m a teenager who hasn’t snuck out, made out with someone, or done rowdy teenage stuff. I am so afraid of my parents that it restricts me from going out and doing what my parents even once did.

I want to have more freedom from my parents. I want to be able to have a later curfew, I want to be able to have my friends give me rides somewhere without my mother hounding me for information about them. I want to be able to hang out with boys and go to parties. I am stupid, I will not get wasted. Maybe I’d have a drink or two, but I wouldn’t get wasted. I know my limits, and I am too afraid of my parents to get myself that bad. I won’t go get pregnant, I won’t have sex–I am not that naive. Like I said, I know my limits, and sex is crossing the line. I am not ready for sex. I am not prepared.

I am so bored with my life, and I don’t know what to do.

This journal was pointless, but I just had to write it down.

Song of the entry: Summer Bummer (feat. A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti) — Lana Del Rey

-Savannah

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