fed up

Self explanitary. I am sick of the total lack of manners. Sick of those thinking it is to hard to lift a fingertip. Sick of ungrateful spoilt brats. Sick of those who have "mummy and daddy" who can do anything for them. I didn't grow up with designer clothing and anything I wanted at the drop of my hat. I went without or I worked for it and I knew to say please and thank you. I worked two jobs on my gap year at one point, twice, and slogged it out at Kmart for another bunch of pigs. I didn't go on any fantastic adventures overseas - rub it in a little bit more, go on, seriously, I don't mind. Daddy doesn't fling me a few hundred dollars when ever I feel like it. I was lucky enough to get two dollars to eat a pie on saturday mornings after I finised playing Hockey. I wasn't put on a pedistal by my mother, given a pony or had every weekend free. Until last year, my full time job gave me my first proper holiday over christmas since I was 14. I appreciated everything that was given to me and I knew my place. So quit your whinging and grow up. Not everyone has it as wonderful as you might. I have it pretty good. I have a roof over my head, a good family, a good education, some good friends and most importantly, I know when to keep my mouth, shut.