don't get me wrong. its not like I'm gonna kill myself or anything. life has just gotten so pointless. like its just full of disappointments... and the good times just don't always match up and outnumber those terrible moments. and just when things get good. someone yells at me and blames me for starting something. and no one wants to believe me or even try to listen to what i have to say... and then they laugh like its a big joke. have you ever had your family eat dinner with out you? and then let you know at 10 p.m. that your supper was there, just that no one came to tell you? i suppose that happens to people. but it hurts. a lot. and no one wants to believe me. and i don't want to be home anymore. i want to be anywhere but here. i want my friends. school is my saving grace. my only place to go.
well in result of the fight, i ran up to my room. cried for an hour. pulled my hair. napped. and drew a picture of Taylor Lautner. its rather good. i suppose i can thank my hormonal mother and father.
i feel so confused right now. some people have the right to be depressed and angry about their life, whether parents abuse them or divorce or whatever, i have none of that, and yet i feel like something is so wrong. A lot of times I'm happier at school. i just don't understand what is wrong with me. i must just have a twisted mind. maybe my dad is right... maybe im just a narcissistic bitch. oh well. off to bed.
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