Man, life SUCKS BIG TIME. I mean, what the fuck. Firstly, I get all sorts of weird ass dreams and I can’t tell anyone about them. When I wake up at night scared shitless because of them, the two people who ‘really care about me’ think I’ve just got a bad habit and ignore me to cry for the next 15 to 20 minutes without once asking me whether I want a sip of water. They think in a couple of days I’ll realize there’s no point crying and I’ll get back to bed. Fuck em! Alright, but that’s just the beginning. I love waking up to see the sunrise. But would they let me! NO! Just because they’ve fucked their biological clocks, they want me to fuck it up too. I wake up in anticipation of sunrise, when I’m hollered back into bed between those two nutjobs because “it’s too godamn early for me to wake up” – as said by my ‘father’. Alright, so I don’t get to see the sunrise. At least let’s go out for a walk. Let me talk to the cats and see the milk vans and vegetable vendors do their morning chores. But no. All I get is a silly little 10″ screen with some dumb ass videos playing on them – thinking I’ll be entertained. Ok, you know what, you’re not a morning person, you have work to do and bills to pay – FINE. But can you at least let me into the kitchen to see how the fucking eggs are being boiled. Oh … there are no eggs, you’ll only give me some shitty chemical filth milk substitute that you believe will keep me satiated for the next 2 hours. Well fuck you. A, I don’t like that crap. I only drink it because you choose not to give me anything else (and I can’t really explain it to you… because you wouldn’t listen carefully to what I have to fuckin say) and B, I want to be in the kitchen because I feel it’s gonna be fun seeing my mother do some cool tricks with the fire. But you’re such a pussy, you’re scared I’ll get burned. Fuck you, get a life. Get more responsible and let me have fun while you worry about me! Ok, so you go to work. And mom leaves me with nanny … Do you guys care about what that monster is doing to me. Again, I’m forced to sit in front of a television whilst I’m transfixed on random shitty shit that Nanny wants to watch. Gruesome fucked up shit… Oh my eyes! And all I get to eat is chips and chocolates. I mean, no wonder why my mood’s all messed up … Seriously, guys my life sucks. Big Time. I have the worst company. They don’t listen to me, don’t feed me, don’t take me out in the sun, don’t let me jump off couches and don’t even sit and play with me when I’m busy figuring out how to use the new ‘gadgets’ they bought me thinking that’ll keep me busy while they check their face book and whatsapp every 15 seconds. AND OH GOD … I HATE THE FUCKING MALL. IT”S SUPER COLD AND ALL YOU DRESS ME UP IN IS SOME THIN T-SHIRT. And I hate the fact that you only find 8 pm onwards to take me to that garbage shit-hole. I mean what the fuck were you thinking. Don’t you have an inkling care for my immunity. No, ok, what about my hormones? No… Ok what about my brain development? No.. ok, then, fuck you, I hate this place and I have a choice not to be there. And if you think the best you can do is shove some rubber in my mouth so I can be quiet, then my oh my, wait till I’m just a little bigger – I’m gonna give you hell. But of course, since you’re the all-powerful, you’ll start smashing my face left and right. Yea, that’s ok. When I’m 18, I’m gonna fuck you up just the way you fucked me up. I’m a toddler. A 2 year child of very irresponsible parents. Please take me away from them. They’re bad bad people. They give me shit to drink, sugars to eat and keep me up at night by shoving a 10″ bright ass screen in my face. Worse, every time I have a small cough or a viral infection, they shove antiobiotics down my throat in the hopes that I will pass out at night. I want to see the sun, but all I see is bright white lights of malls. At the wrong times. I want to feel the water on my finger-toes, but my dad’s chicken-shit scared of the water. And he wouldn’t let his friend take me either. I can feel my neural networks slowing their developments everytime I sit for more than 20 minutes in front of a bright screen with shit playing on it. I can feel my bones crackle and get more brittle every time I drink some chemical sludge whilst sitting half-naked in a room with an 18 degrees air conditioning when the temperature outside is 40. I can feel my eyes begin to develop dark circles every time the i-fucking-pad is shoved in my face. And my fingers have no muscles at all. Because all my toys are touch-screen or button toys. And my ankles have never really been used because ever since I learned how to stand up, some shitty thick soled, high ankled boots were straddled to my poor feet. And my liver’s already giving up because of the antibiotics and chemical sludges and the 50 grams of sugar that gets shoved down my throat. And some of us, well … we get SMOKE blown into our faces just for fun! There you go. I have come out and said all I had to say. Those who are offended, I’m sorry, but you gotta get your act straight. Because, in all honesty, if your kids could speak, they’d be saying the exact same thing.