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not just because i have to face my parents and the uncertainty of their attitudes. but for the plain fact that i think a lot more when im alone and when im at home. i think about everything that happened in the day, good or bad, and the bad always ends up outweighing the good by far somehow... no matter how good the day has been. i think about the things said, the actions done. i regret not doing what i wanted to do or could have done, i chide myself for things i could have said or wanted to, but did not. i think about my class, and the stupid divide that's slowly surfacing. how they are starting to leave people out. and how i see myself being one of them again. ok here comes my mom scolding me again. for auctioning things again.
can she stop it. does she want me to tell her that i have no money left now already, cant auction even if i wanted to. i hate coming home. why do i have to come home. why do i have to face my parents. why do i have to think. why does everything go so badly. can they just leave me along. i am so sick of it. all of it. today watched house of flying daggers. good arty show but there was no solid ending and there were some parts which were inconsistent. so yeah kind of weird. after learning locvdp, tend to look out for these things. maybe not obvious to anyone else but kind of stands out now SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MY BANK ACCOUNT AND MY MONEY YOU WANT THE SUPPORT MONEY GO AND ASK MY DAD COME AND ASK ME FOR FUCKING WHAT USE JUST FUCK OFF LAH MOTHER! FUCKING BITCH!! |
| d4niEL.t July 30, 2004 09:27 PM PDT ouch. | ||
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