I think I was almost happy...
Yesterday my mom and had a huge argument... and so I went and bought her roses with a little teddy bear and wrote a note of apology for my actions to her. I set the vase on the table last night while she was sleepng in hopes that when she woke up she'd see it. Well... hours after she woke up she still hadn't noticed it. I had to point it out to her.. and she read the note and just scorned me for writing it. she said I don't care about her and that I really am not sorry. Seriously, if I weren't sorry, I wouldn't have spent any of the money I need on that self-righteous arrogant woman.
Too many boys in the world.
Today I was in bed for a very long time contemplating the effects leaving would have on my family and on me. My mom threatened to send me back to the dorms. So I told her I'd go looking for apaartments this weekend. Unfortunately, I make about enough money to rent a trash can from someone who lives in an apartment. Oh well. Everyone thinks I should give it time. I will have to do just that, since there's nothing left to do but wait anyway.
Only one person in the world I trust anymore, and that's Poo. I'm learning to trust Chris, but I'm sure that means next to nothing to him. Not that I care. If Poo were here I'm sure things would be great. That's why I feel the need to immerse myself in his company whenever possible.
I hate being busy. Everything I do is just another reason for my mother to hate me because I'm always gone. Ugh. I love college, but I hate it too.
The end.
Too many boys in the world.
Today I was in bed for a very long time contemplating the effects leaving would have on my family and on me. My mom threatened to send me back to the dorms. So I told her I'd go looking for apaartments this weekend. Unfortunately, I make about enough money to rent a trash can from someone who lives in an apartment. Oh well. Everyone thinks I should give it time. I will have to do just that, since there's nothing left to do but wait anyway.
Only one person in the world I trust anymore, and that's Poo. I'm learning to trust Chris, but I'm sure that means next to nothing to him. Not that I care. If Poo were here I'm sure things would be great. That's why I feel the need to immerse myself in his company whenever possible.
I hate being busy. Everything I do is just another reason for my mother to hate me because I'm always gone. Ugh. I love college, but I hate it too.
The end.