Boredom...

i wouldn't normally say anything like this publicly, but i think I'm being imprisoned in my own house! i can't go anywhere, do anything, where is my life going?! well i am only 13 but still! even my friends have better lives then mine! they're always talking about how they're going out tomorrow and blah blah blah and here i am stuck at home! then a again *Asian man voice* "a woman's duty is at home cleaning and cooking for her husband" well in my case my stupid ignorant brothers and chocolate-bringing dad. that's about the only good thing that comes out of making my dad happy, his love and the fact if i make his coffee just right in the morning he'll get me a nice big bar of chocolate. There's another thing to talk about my mum's always saying (just because I'm a little bigger then my older sister) that I'll always eat her things. OK let me rephrase that, I'll always eat the things she doesn't want or has left, OK when i was about ten i did that but then i turned 11 and heard that it was a disgrace to humanity and all it's goodness so i stopped ¬.¬ sometimes it feels like the world is trying to get me in my own house! well there are a lot of good things, my mum can't taunt me in my room, i can blog it all out, and my sister doesn't think I'm fat (she thinks I'm just a little chubby and bigger then the other girls, who are totally anorexic in my class). *sigh* the world is no place for bored little Muslim girls. OK maybe it is.