pissed offfffff - if you dont want to read me venting, skip this
I am SO PISSED OFF. families are fucking OVER RATED. you go away to boarding school and you start getting warm fuzzy feelings thinking you miss them. but you go back for vacations and realized why you were so DESPERATE to leave. i mean, i even remember my old journal entries from 8th grade..i was SO FUCKING depressed and i felt trapped and i wanted to leave and i DID. god i got used to the feeling of freedom.
okay i might be being slightly dramatic but not really. my dad seems so loving and awesome half the time. i think hes bipolar. cuz the other half of the time he is a controlling overprotective yelling dimwitted narrowminded asshole who i cant STAND. i sure as hell am NOT going to U of M even if it means I go to Connecticut Community College or something. I can't fucking WAIT till i never have to come back here again...i want to go back to Choate so I can be around other human beings of my age and know happiness again.
my brothers a fucking tard who acts like hes still in fifth grade...hello Im 16 and im not a little whiny bitch anymore who cries and wants you to tease her so she can get attention. i actually want some PRIVACY and some fucking respect because i am coming of age now. so stop "making fun" of me ENDLESSLY to the point of no return; its really immature and frankly makes me sad that I am related to you.
besides that, I hate my family and I want to run away to an island and make out with orlando bloom. the last sentence is in good humor but i honestly meant the rest. maybe i just need to chill out.
well then they blame me for talking to my FRIENDS tooo much and being online too much. oh boo fucking hoo cry me a river its not like you give a damn when im NOT on the internet...like what do you do, gripe at me to apply to Harvard and raise my grades to a 5.0? I fucking hate this shit. I thought my family was anything BUT a typical Indian/Bengali/whatever all brown people are the same family...but turns out I was wrong. NO matter how open minded I think they are they turn around and surprise me. I wont tell you why because my arms and hands hurt i will elaborate later. but for real i spend so long hiding myself and my actions because i dont want to disappoint. but really im not doing anything wrong, ever. i can like boys and i can wear certain clothes im not a fucking slut. and on top of that i keep worrying about disappointing them but theyre disappointing me. whoooo that feels much better. i like venting.
not as happy go lucky as always,
Syeda
okay i might be being slightly dramatic but not really. my dad seems so loving and awesome half the time. i think hes bipolar. cuz the other half of the time he is a controlling overprotective yelling dimwitted narrowminded asshole who i cant STAND. i sure as hell am NOT going to U of M even if it means I go to Connecticut Community College or something. I can't fucking WAIT till i never have to come back here again...i want to go back to Choate so I can be around other human beings of my age and know happiness again.
my brothers a fucking tard who acts like hes still in fifth grade...hello Im 16 and im not a little whiny bitch anymore who cries and wants you to tease her so she can get attention. i actually want some PRIVACY and some fucking respect because i am coming of age now. so stop "making fun" of me ENDLESSLY to the point of no return; its really immature and frankly makes me sad that I am related to you.
besides that, I hate my family and I want to run away to an island and make out with orlando bloom. the last sentence is in good humor but i honestly meant the rest. maybe i just need to chill out.
well then they blame me for talking to my FRIENDS tooo much and being online too much. oh boo fucking hoo cry me a river its not like you give a damn when im NOT on the internet...like what do you do, gripe at me to apply to Harvard and raise my grades to a 5.0? I fucking hate this shit. I thought my family was anything BUT a typical Indian/Bengali/whatever all brown people are the same family...but turns out I was wrong. NO matter how open minded I think they are they turn around and surprise me. I wont tell you why because my arms and hands hurt i will elaborate later. but for real i spend so long hiding myself and my actions because i dont want to disappoint. but really im not doing anything wrong, ever. i can like boys and i can wear certain clothes im not a fucking slut. and on top of that i keep worrying about disappointing them but theyre disappointing me. whoooo that feels much better. i like venting.
not as happy go lucky as always,
Syeda