Ohh my pathos hurts

youth is definately wasted on the young. My mom's always yelling at me about some "How can anyone navigate through your room with all this crap in the way" or "why did you wait until the night before to type that three page report when you knew about it for two weeks?" I guess my parents are too old to understand what it's like to be a teenager. There's no time to do work; I mean, I barely have time in the day to be lazy as it is right now. Responsibility has got to be the hardest part of my life. I don't do my homework at home. I barely pay attention in class. It's just too much of an overload to remember to turn my shirts right side out while I'm in deep thought pondering the metaphorical value of milkman's existence (yeah right). And then I never get to show that I'm responsible because of past irresponsibilities. Why can't I take the car out if I forgot to turn off the lights last time? I mean I learned my lesson... Oh well. It's so hard being such a tender age. I'm stuck between childhood and adulthood. Total freedom is a couple years away, but I'm leaving my childhood for lots of work and old age. It reminds me of some guy I saw on the street. He was lecturing his kid because the kid was whining about going to some party or something. He said "Growing up sucks. You better enjoy your life before you grow up." Of course, we all wish we were someone else because we will never be that someone else. Little kids wish they were older and I wish I was a little kid again.