I didn't say that. Your friend did. Although I don't know if you consider him as your friend as he sensed that you're homophobic. I just found out last night when he talked to me that he's gay. Not that it matters. Although maybe things would be different if he's straight and you'd agree to meet up with him cause he offered you a nice paying job at some insurance company. It's actually better than your shitty waiting job (which I found for you) and you get a few dollars more for part time. But no, he said you are scared of what you don't know. You won't go out and try out new things. In a way, you're just like your parents, and you're wondering why they won't let you be with me.
He said your parents don't think I'm real because of this damn internet relationship and that you're only wasting your time. Well, that I already know. Although, apart from finding out that he's gay, I also realized that you're a girl.
You're a girl because you can't stand up for me. We've been together for more than a year and when your parents just randomly want to try to take me out of your life, they take away your phone and your computer and you let them. Why can't you shout at them and tell them, "I LOVE VERONICA AND I WILL BE WITH HER NO MATTER WHAT." or maybe something along the lines of, "SHE'S AS REAL AS MY TWIN BROTHER COULD BE."
I'm not a fucking computer program. Maybe if you're obsessed with a game like Red Light Center they can protest. But I have talked to your mum and she talked to my mom, and that was when I thought everything was fine, only to find out they still believe you're wasting your time. Well, what about my time huh?!
It's more than a year and we're still like this. Still waiting each other every night for skype, disturbing each other during class, facebooking, chatting on msn, and though I try to be patient, I'm getting so tired of it. Everything was set before and you were going to fly to me, but your parents said no, and you submit so easily without putting up a fight. Maybe not a fight, but maybe a hint of protest. There was nothing. You shut up and told me the bad news and that was it.
All you do is complain. Complain how your parents restrict you, how they treat you like shit for the grades you get (which I believe is acceptable compared to an average student), and how they rely on you on just about everything. I don't know if you're just overreacting, but it seems you absolutely LOVE it that way. Cause if you don't, you'd try not to be there right? Or maybe it was just easier for you, and you'd opt for the easy way and just wait for three years until you can be on your own (which I doubt because maybe you'd still live with your parents) and that's when we'll meet. MAYBE.
Maybe you're thinking it's unfair because you're the one that's required to do these things. If I was in a first world country, can earn up to $30 an hour, and have my university fees paid after I graduate, I'd do it. By all means I'll do it. Because I believe that life is more worth living, and more joyous if I was with you. But see, I'm doing chores at my aunt's house so I'll have someone to pay for my immediate college fees. It's either I do that or I stop school and work and save so I can pay for my tuition.
But you, you have a choice. You're just scared of getting out of your parent's house to do it.
Your friend said that you can rent your own place by working 30 hours a week, assuming that you earn $18. You earn more than that and I'm fairly certain you get more hours than 30. What's stopping you to be independent? What's stopping you to get to me?