"It's such a tired game, will it ever stop?"
Yesterday could've possibly been THE worst day of my entire life. Half the day was spent crying and screaming at the bare wall in my room. And talking to Kelsey on the phone at all hours.
I'm pissed off. At you, at him, at her, at all of them. Everyone. My mother, too. Because when I cry, she doesn't comfort me. She MOCKS me. And then I cry harder. 'Cause she has to be a BITCH about EVERYTHING. And my sister is just constantly in a bad mood all the time. And my dad is either sleeping or yelling at me for nothing. And of course, the one day that I am fed up with all their bullshit, I have nothing to do at night. So I CAN'T leave. Because I have NOWHERE to go. This is not my home. I want to go home. I want to go home really badly.
I haven't seen my boyfriend in 3 days. I probably won't see him today, either.
What is wrong with my life?! URGH.
And I hate how I'm not allowed to go out unless Kevin IS there. I mean, usually your parents want to keep you away from your boyfriend, but no, mine have to be weird and want me with him at all times. Which is a plus most of the time, but not when he doesn't feel like hanging out, or he's sick, or he feels like playing poker with his buddies because he's fed up with me.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?!
I don't want to KNOW how high my blood pressure is right now.
He didn't even do anything. So why am I crying in the first place?
Because I'm stupid. And overly-dramatic. And I overreact.
You know, I had a picture-perfect vision of yesterday? I thought everything would be perfect and fun and awesome, but it wasn't. Nothing that I wanted to happen happened. Nothing. Instead, I cried in my room and ate chocolate covered pretzels for all 3 meals and watched The Incredibles 5 times because I've seen every other DVD we own 20+ times.
And you know, no one actually, truly, really cared?
So what's the point?
I'm just disappointed in you.
I'm pissed off. At you, at him, at her, at all of them. Everyone. My mother, too. Because when I cry, she doesn't comfort me. She MOCKS me. And then I cry harder. 'Cause she has to be a BITCH about EVERYTHING. And my sister is just constantly in a bad mood all the time. And my dad is either sleeping or yelling at me for nothing. And of course, the one day that I am fed up with all their bullshit, I have nothing to do at night. So I CAN'T leave. Because I have NOWHERE to go. This is not my home. I want to go home. I want to go home really badly.
I haven't seen my boyfriend in 3 days. I probably won't see him today, either.
What is wrong with my life?! URGH.
And I hate how I'm not allowed to go out unless Kevin IS there. I mean, usually your parents want to keep you away from your boyfriend, but no, mine have to be weird and want me with him at all times. Which is a plus most of the time, but not when he doesn't feel like hanging out, or he's sick, or he feels like playing poker with his buddies because he's fed up with me.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?!
I don't want to KNOW how high my blood pressure is right now.
He didn't even do anything. So why am I crying in the first place?
Because I'm stupid. And overly-dramatic. And I overreact.
You know, I had a picture-perfect vision of yesterday? I thought everything would be perfect and fun and awesome, but it wasn't. Nothing that I wanted to happen happened. Nothing. Instead, I cried in my room and ate chocolate covered pretzels for all 3 meals and watched The Incredibles 5 times because I've seen every other DVD we own 20+ times.
And you know, no one actually, truly, really cared?
So what's the point?
I'm just disappointed in you.