part twenty-one: maturity

i'm only fourteen, so i shouldnt exactly be the one to tell you about maturity.i have fun being immature sometimes.:].its pretty great actually,andd im only fourteen.i dont exactly HAVE to grow up yet.but sometimes the immature things that people doREALLY bug me.
for instance:if yer gonna call me 425235 times,at 2:30 in the morning,from a restricted number,and not say anything when i answer the phone,just stop.i dont care who you are,or how you got my number,just stop calling me, or leave me a freaking voicemail!andd when i ask why yer calling me,dont just call me a bitch, k?give a good reason.yer not worth my minutes anyways.and if you wana talk shit about me,say it to my face,not to yer best friend,or to yer diary.tell me!andd from an unblocked number, please.
:]btww, i'd appreciate it if you dont give my number out. if they wanna know, tell them to ask me, or ask me if you can tell them. kthx.:]]]