Bring in the past with the postcards you sent for me...
Im sorry imnot in a happy mood. Im at the library again and ill be at my grandmas tonight again.
Everyone doesnt seem to get the fact that i cant help it if im depressing, its my life. Gee meg i dont know if ill be in glastonbury for the first day i dont even know where ill be living. My step mother doesnt want me in her house and now my father is thinking of divorce. I never wanted any of this. my grandmother and i got into a heated debate about abortion and was mad at me because im for it. If she were in my position she would be too. I would never want to be a child into this world feeling unwanted and most of all suffer for fifteen years and all she does is hurt others and want to die. I push everyone away so when i do die noone will care. I dont want to hurt anyone else. So if this year you think im not as open as i was in the past you know why. Im sick of hurting other people. Hurt me, please do at least then i can feel something, anything.
Right now i have my journals, my green notebooks which i depend on more and more each day and i reread my old ones and i found a song i wrote in january called "friday nights" and i sang it and made up a piano part but i cried and i dont want to write anymore. I listen to emo because i can handle their pain, just not my own.
Everyone doesnt seem to get the fact that i cant help it if im depressing, its my life. Gee meg i dont know if ill be in glastonbury for the first day i dont even know where ill be living. My step mother doesnt want me in her house and now my father is thinking of divorce. I never wanted any of this. my grandmother and i got into a heated debate about abortion and was mad at me because im for it. If she were in my position she would be too. I would never want to be a child into this world feeling unwanted and most of all suffer for fifteen years and all she does is hurt others and want to die. I push everyone away so when i do die noone will care. I dont want to hurt anyone else. So if this year you think im not as open as i was in the past you know why. Im sick of hurting other people. Hurt me, please do at least then i can feel something, anything.
Right now i have my journals, my green notebooks which i depend on more and more each day and i reread my old ones and i found a song i wrote in january called "friday nights" and i sang it and made up a piano part but i cried and i dont want to write anymore. I listen to emo because i can handle their pain, just not my own.