Oh sweet Jesus
So tommorow morning I'm heading off to Kentukey. To see family. That I'm not that fond of anyways. Why am I doing this you ask? My father. He is constantly guilt tripping me to do things like that. Plus, I have to prove to my family that I can go somewhere, even if it's only for 2 days.
But I HATE going to KY. I hated it when I was 3, I hated it before I got depressed, and I hate it now. It's so depressing. It's this farm that's pretty much in the middle of freakin no where, and the only happiness I get is when my father drives me to Cinncinnatti. Although, I will be going there on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I'm flying home on Thursday morning. So it could be a lot worse, a WHOLE lot worse. And I will get to see my dad's best friend's wife, who's pretty cool, we're having dinner together. And I'll get to go to at least one museum. I should go right now and see what I'd like to see. That ought to cheer me up.
Or make me want to throw myself out a window of Titans Tower.
But I HATE going to KY. I hated it when I was 3, I hated it before I got depressed, and I hate it now. It's so depressing. It's this farm that's pretty much in the middle of freakin no where, and the only happiness I get is when my father drives me to Cinncinnatti. Although, I will be going there on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I'm flying home on Thursday morning. So it could be a lot worse, a WHOLE lot worse. And I will get to see my dad's best friend's wife, who's pretty cool, we're having dinner together. And I'll get to go to at least one museum. I should go right now and see what I'd like to see. That ought to cheer me up.
Or make me want to throw myself out a window of Titans Tower.