routine is overrated.
sup infomercials in one ear, animal planet in the other.
tomorrow is 7 months, but i want to see him tonight.
my dad should burn in hell because i dont have my lisence right now.
lately i come home to the same old thing & it drives me insane
all i can do is get my chores over with and daydream for hours on end
that a few months from now, i'll be free.
yes i'm scared...but the adrenaline, motivation to do better type scared.
i think it'll be good for me
ask me why i randomly break into tears this week otherwise.
and i couldnt tell you, because i just dont know
i feel so selfish, unstable, stressed, etc.
and i would say i need a vacation...too bad physically i have it too easy to say so.
emtoinally, now THERE'S different story.
but i cant seem to clear my mind for more than five minutes so a vacation probably wouldnt do much good.
in other news my mom is getting screwed over.
and i'm not liking watching it one bit...she doesn't deserve it.
i dont think you understand that really, i hate complaining, but sometimes i just have to let it all out
because as much as id like to think im the only one thinking all of this stuff
i know that there's 492384203948 more people out there in the same boat.
idk.
fuck journal entries.
i hate this.