Ok, I wrote an essay about thanksgiving for my college English class and my mom told my Jaja (grandpa) and yeah. So everyone else got a hold of it too. Well, I told my mom to tell Jaja that he could only have a copy if it didn't get read at Thanksgiving. So today at the end of supper what does he pull out? My essay! I got so angry that I got up from the table and left. I was like, HOW COULD HE??! I was so pissed. I don't care if he likes my writing, I don't like to share it cuz I don't like to hear that I did a good job. (Cuz I am a pretty good writer.) I hate being praised for it cuz then everyone is like, drop what u wanna do for a major and become a writer. 
It's like, if I wanted to be a writer, I would be. But I don't want to be. So just leave it go! Grrrrr! I just..... *breathes* k. It just irks me. It's like, I told u not to do it and u did it anyway. Where do u get off? And it's not like i could confront him cuz he's my jaja. Grrr.....
It's like, if I wanted to be a writer, I would be. But I don't want to be. So just leave it go! Grrrrr! I just..... *breathes* k. It just irks me. It's like, I told u not to do it and u did it anyway. Where do u get off? And it's not like i could confront him cuz he's my jaja. Grrr.....