World War III
Two days ago, I had experienced WWIII at my house. My mom and I got into a GIANT fight over the stupidest thing. I don't even remember how it started. The worst of it basicaly got to my mother telling me to pack my bags and leave. She just screamed at me. After the worst of it was done, I think my mother realized how hurt I was, and she said we should just forget about the fight. Yeah right. That fight just broke something inside me. Its never going to be fixed. My eyes still feel swollen, glazed over. I'm not happy, not at all, though I can fake it marvuously when needed. I've never before wanted to feel numb. There is just so much emotion, I can't handle it. I feel like an empty shell, because I can't figure out what I feel inside. Maybe someday I won't be hollow, my life will get back in order, but I have a feeling its not going to be anytime soon.
On a somewhat brighter note, I can now drive. I got my permit...
On a somewhat brighter note, I can now drive. I got my permit...