where did it all go wrong.
i cant live in this in this house anymore.
i cant go to that school anymore.
i cant talk to those people anymore.
i cant be near my family anymore.
confused.
my house is not my home.
my room is my where i feel okay.
my mom and dad are two of the worst people i know.
its not that they are so mean to me. its how terrible they treat eachother. its the way they use me to play favorites.
so that i can chose a side.
when i show that i dont want any side, thats when you see the true bill and sudie.
i cant be here anymore.
its impossible to ignore.
its draining.
school...
what do i say about dear old marquette..
more and more, i long for fridays.
the weekends.
thats when i can say im truly happy.
im with my best friends.
we drive in cars.
listen to music.
and sing out loud.
we go by our rules.
we are happy.
we are content.
and i finally feel like i belong.
which is what i have been looking for, for as far back as i can remember..
my weekend jumps from show to show.
it used to be just to go see vp.
now its to see so many other:
bands.
friends.
people.
many of the people there
are the people i want to be around.
the type of people i've always wanted to be surrounded by.
its where we don't feel like the outcasts of our school.
its where i can be Sloan.
and everyone seems to be okay with that.
i guess thats kind of sad.