Dreams are dashed by the likes of reality.
I dont know how to start or what to begin with. I have problems. i dont do enough for people. i waste my time on this computer... and its come to my attention that i need to change.
I had a fight with my mom. over stupid stuff that just escilates into the end of the world. usually we argue about someone doing extra stuff, then it grows into all the things we don't like about them, whether its recent or not. it gets us no where but hurt.
im at the point where i just give up. i just dont freakin care anymore.
she yells at me cause i dont do enough.
she yells at me cause all i ever do is use the computer.
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so im just, giving up. i quit. im sorry guys but you may not see me, i may get on a few times once in a while. i may break and go back to my old life...
but im just... turning my computer off... and dissapearing. she tells me that it dont matter how many friends i have on here, it will do me no good.
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she tells me i do nothing around here. that i should be asking her to do stuff.
and so i snapped, i just am broken. i give up... my dreams are dashed.... i just dont care about anything anymore.
if it stops the fighting.... if it makes her happy... ill get rid of everything that distracts me from reality.
reality. thats a sick word. i've never cared about it. i lived in my dreams, where life was great, or i tried to make it great. My dream world was destroyed today, and now i lay, a new person, on the grounds of this real world.
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im sorry guys. but the internet doesnt exist in this reality of mine. it was ripped apart when my mom crushed my dreams.
Goodbye my friends. i failed you all...
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Matthew