Howdy Doody,
It's me again… Freddie.
I still don't get why my mom treats me like a girl… I mean just because she wanted one doesn't mean I AM one… For cameras sake I'm a boy!
I'm not quite sure she's gotten the message that I'm a boy yet though… Last week she lectured me on the… well… girl parts… and how important it is to tell her when I get my… You know… I tried to tell her that I'm a boy and that would never happen, but she just threw a prune pop at me and said, "You're my little girl and you will get one, you must believe Sally… Believe!!!" I tried to tell her that just because my middle name is Sally doesn't mean that's what she should call me, but then she yelled at me to go put my shoes on before my socks got germs on them.
In other news, I gave Sam a diary yesterday. I doubt she's going to actually write in it, but I don't see the harm in it… unless she actually does write in it and I lose the bet we made. The bet was that if she writes in it I get locked in a glass box, but if she doesn't she gets locked in a glass box. There are two problems with that bet though… One I don't want to be locked in a glass box, and two I don't want to lock her in a glass box.
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I've come to realize over time that even though she tortures me to the furthest extent if the law (Some times further) I still care for her.
Is there something wrong with me? Should I despise her and even hate her for it? Should I want nothing to do with her?
BUT, there are problems in that too. I don't feel that way at all. I feel the opposite for her. I- I- I love her… A-as a friend of course, I don't despise her. I feel no hate for her. I don't want nothing to do with her, I want everything to do with her.
I'm so confused… Is what I'm feeling wrong? Is there something wrong with me? Is the fact that my mother treats me as if I were a 5-year-old girl beginning to effect me in more ways than just my pride and dignity? Should I be feeling the opposite of what I do for her? But worst of all… Am I one of those people that enjoy pain? Is what she tells me true? Is there really something mentally wrong with me?… The list goes on and on in my mind… Will these questions ever be answered? … Oh look another question… I must be "the boy of many questions" as Carly would say.
Well the person I call "mother" is calling… Oh joy another fat free, low cal, high fiber, sugar free dinner of hers… Btw the high fiber thing is new she thinks I'm constipated.
Forever tech wiz… FredalupeWell that's all for now I urdge you to go to PrincessSeddie and or littleprincessunicorn's site. {again, home page} It's pretty aweosme. PLZ REVIEW
