Guilt

I guess you can say I've grown up,
I've stopped the whole 'complaining to my parents when I don't get what I want'
but, sometimes I just find it so hard to agree with my dad. And sometimes the whole 'complaining to my parents when I don't get what I want' comes out in me.

My grades came out, he yelled at me, he told me I couldn't have people stay the night until I raised my grades. That’s completely fare. I honestly deserve that, from all the slacking off. But me being human, I argued with him because I didn't want to be unhappy. Nobody wants to be unhappy. I just couldn't say to myself "This is fare" Hours went by, and we said so many things that we didn't mean. I kept trying to prove my point of view, and he kept trying to prove his. That's what arguing is right? Just trying to get out our point of views towards the situation. And we'll do anything, say anything, until we have proved those points, until we make ourselves feel better. But then, after that comes the guilt.

Most of the time we all are to weak to say sorry when we're upset. Even if we know the other person is right. So there I was, sitting in my room, thinking about all the things I said to him that I shouldn't of. Thinking of all the things that he does for me that I should be thankful for. All he wants is good grades. That's it. But instead I waste my time being with friends, talking with friends, avoiding homework. I completley deserve those bad grades, and I know it. So why was I arguing with him? What was I trying to prove? I can argue all that I want. I can keep saying "well, it's because my teacher loses my papers" but that's not it at all. I was lying to my dad, and I was lying to myself. I feel so much better admiting all of this

We talked things out, we said sorry, I told him he had nothing to say sorry for. He really didn't. What was he supposed to say sorry for? Being a good parent? For caring about my grades and my future? No, he's right. He was right all along

I was just to weak to admit it