| Take it how it is... |
[Aug. 18th, 2005|01:31 am] |
I'm so mad at the fact that my mother comes to talk to me when ever things happen and then my dad comes and yells at me (and YES I know that this a public entry). I go into school with no car and no job for the school year, hoping that I find a job on campus (which won't help since there are low wages). This is all a disaster. Fabrications are the worst thing that can ever be told or believed in before finding out the other half of a story, end of story. All I have to say is that I am shocked to see that some people can't act their age nor their roles. I write this entry in complete honesty when I say: I hate my life. Not only are my words like tsetse flies to shit but I get berated and cursed at on a regular basis and I feel shitty right now, and I need a shoulder more than ever. It's sad when I can't confide in any of my family members with my business or concerns when I know it'll be broadcasted like "We Belong Together" on 95.5.....It's sad when I can't have a good relationship with one of the (supposedly) influential men in my life.....and now, I tune out to the newly ripped music on my iPod.......
Oh, and I'm moving in on the 30th with Will and Kurtis....I can't wait.... |
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