Muy cool lo de la honestidad. Yo realmente lo apruebo, me parece excelente para una dinámica sana y eficiente.

Por supuesto. Perdón. Se me olvida. Se me olvida que soy culpable del calentamiento global, la hambruna mundial, el holocausto, las dos Guerras Mundiales, la recesión económica actual, la depresión de los 30's... Algo más que se te ocurra de lo que pueda ser culpable mi alma?

What does growing up mean anyway? Growing cynical, stop believing you can change the world? Giving up on your dreams? Selling out for a couple of bucks? Having a master’s degree in crushing other people’s dreams? I mean, that seems to be the thing that represents all the “grown ups”.

Don’t be immature! Why? Because I dream outside the reality you have set for me? I dare to go further than anyone else before me? Is it because I think outside the box? Because I haven’t given up on humankind? Or just the fact that I want to make the world a better place even if that means having a bad paycheck?

So, what if I haven’t lost my faith in people? That doesn’t mean I am naïve, I know what the world is like, it’s a piece of shit. It is. But you and your parents made it that way. It wasn’t my fault. I am here, right now, willing to make it right, ready to fix up all you screw ups, not because they are yours but because I care for the people that will com after me. I care about my little brother who is only 3 and will have to live in a world filled with pollution and waste, I care about his children who might end up living in a world without lions or whales. I worry that when I am 50 and I show my nieces and nephews the cartoon Babar they will ask me what are elephants? I wake up in the middle of the night thinking is it too late? Am I too late? Or even worse, am I the only one thinking let’s make the world a better place?

You complain about my generation, you say we are lazy; you say we have no goals Yes mother! Don’t start denying it because I have heard you. You say I am wasting my time by dreaming to go abroad. Do you have any idea how painful that is? Hearing you and him, talking over and over again and just stating how much you think we suck? WE DON’T SUCK! Let me make that very clear. You suck. You were horrible parents. You gave a shit about your children and worked all hours of the day. You let the maid, in the best case, raise us. You put your needs and desires before us. We came second, or third or forth. We were never a priority. And now you demand respect. You say that physical punishment is good because every adolescent is a punk, a lazy ass, a mediocre. We are not. We have dreams that you crush every day. We may seem cocky but that’s only because we get to win once every blue moon; because we need to prove you that we are great. We put our own hopes and dreams to make you happy.

I'm sick of all the cynism. I wanna grow up. Not right now. I'm 17 for god's sake. But I don't want to be like most adults I know. And I will do my best to avoid it.