'ooohhhh whos that hottie?' "See thats what I dont need to hear!"
I was just reading all of my old entries and all of the posts that people left. So many memories started filtering into my head. It was almost like the Adult ADD commercial like with all of the little snippets of things. My mom then came in and asked me why I was crying. I hadn’t realized it but I was crying. Huge crocodile tears too. I didn't know why, as usual, but by the time I was done, the top of my dress was see-through.
Speaking of see-through, today at church Becca, decided she would sit there and tell me that I had to be a slut. I didn't take that advice simply because I don’t want to end up like Becca. I kinda just sat there and told her to shut up until she started telling me about how she had sex with Mikey. That’s when I hit her, over and over. I am so sick of everyone telling me what to do and what not to do. Like my parents want me to be like Emersyn because she is good and every flipping sport she does but they also want Emersyn to be like me because I get A's. Becca wants me to be a slut to get and receive action just so I can be like her. Eleanor and Lucy want me to be that great older sister that they can idolize. Josh expects me to be something I am not just to make his life easier. My friends don’t expect much from me, which is good.
I think I might be Schizophrenic. We watched this movie in biology about the teenage mind and it said that it wasn’t unlikely for teens to develop Schizophrenia. Then I was like 'oh man what if like everyone is fake, like they are all my imaginary friends and I am just one of those people that you see downtown talking to a telephone poll.
This weekend has pretty much sucked; the only thing I got done was four pages of my book and memorizing my poem. Maybe this week will be better?
I still need a summer job...any ideas that don't involve baby-sitting little kids?
Chelsea
Speaking of see-through, today at church Becca, decided she would sit there and tell me that I had to be a slut. I didn't take that advice simply because I don’t want to end up like Becca. I kinda just sat there and told her to shut up until she started telling me about how she had sex with Mikey. That’s when I hit her, over and over. I am so sick of everyone telling me what to do and what not to do. Like my parents want me to be like Emersyn because she is good and every flipping sport she does but they also want Emersyn to be like me because I get A's. Becca wants me to be a slut to get and receive action just so I can be like her. Eleanor and Lucy want me to be that great older sister that they can idolize. Josh expects me to be something I am not just to make his life easier. My friends don’t expect much from me, which is good.
I think I might be Schizophrenic. We watched this movie in biology about the teenage mind and it said that it wasn’t unlikely for teens to develop Schizophrenia. Then I was like 'oh man what if like everyone is fake, like they are all my imaginary friends and I am just one of those people that you see downtown talking to a telephone poll.
This weekend has pretty much sucked; the only thing I got done was four pages of my book and memorizing my poem. Maybe this week will be better?
I still need a summer job...any ideas that don't involve baby-sitting little kids?
Chelsea