Grow up already.

You're so immature I can hardly stand it. You're a spoiled little brat. Your dad gives you everything you want, and if he doesn't, you whine and complain until he does. You hate your mom because she doesn't always give you what you want and she actually makes you do chores.

What gives me the right to call you out on it? Because when I was your age, I was just like you. JUST like you. But then my mother died. And then I grew up. You spent yesterday complaining that your parents aren't going to get you what you want this upcoming Christmas. The Christmas my mother was diagnosed with cancer, my most expensive gift was a $40 pair of headphones. And do you know something? That was the happiest Christmas of my entire life--because it wasn't at all about the gifts, it was about spending time with the two people in the world I love above anybody else.

You desperately need to stop being so damn selfish and start thinking of the people around you. Your mother is due to have a new baby in November but all YOU can think about is your own Christmas. How UTTERLY DISGUSTING!!!!!

Your away message right now says, "I'm more mature than 85% of the people in the world, fyi. I deal with more shit, without flipping out, in one day, than most people deal with in a month. So don't EVER fucking call me immature again. Through the shit I've been through in my life, I'm still standing, and so are you. Oh hey, look! We're both on the same levellll!" but I can tell you, as somebody who has spent the past 8 months with you/talking to you constantly, you are one of the most immature 17 year olds I've ever met.

As I said earlier, "get over yourself."