Screw Up

I seem to be reminded that I'm a screw up all the time.
I hate it.
I got my phone taken away.
I was being a little shit head.
Well...I wouldn't go so far to say that I was being a shit head.
I was drinking though.
And my parents aren't cool with it.
The thing that really made me...what's the word...irked! That's it! But I got really irked when my mother said she didn't approve of my friends. I know, I know, parents are supposed to be right every single time. But I think I'm old enough now to know who's a good friend and who's a bad friend. My friends have always been there for me, they take care of me, they're loyal, they're funny, and they CARE ABOUT ME. So I got pretty mad. You don't talk badly about my friends. Sure, they like to party. But who doesn't? Honestly? If my mom for some reason had a bad lapse of judgment decided to go to a party with some friends and she got drunk...I'm pretty sure she would enjoy it. Sure, it's not the smartest idea to do it all the time. I'm just saying...it's enjoyable.

I really want to move out.
But at the same time, the motivation? It's gone. I lost it. I'm no longer motivated to do anything with my life. I'm kind of just floating through life. And I won't change it because I just don't care. I'm not motivated, I don't give a shit.