i hate my life.
Today was a gift straight from hell. This shit with my sister has gone on way too long. i cant even stand to live with her anymore. she's so unappreciative of everything i do for her -- and i know im not always the nicest person around her but i try -- unlike her. she's so self-righteousness and i can't take it anymore!!!
So, AMS was great. Cori and i were really goofy and talked about thin and thick air (which is surprisingly just fog)...and then we realized that if you wanted like, medium air, it would just be thin and thick together....which would be like, thinick. we think. or something i dunno, it was a pretty random convo.
At the end of the day in chorus kelly and i were being really silly, she ripped her music by accident and omg it was hilarious. then in the middle of a song, kelly just stops singing and goes "oh shit....shit...SHIT!" turns out she left her piano lesson music at home. haha.
THEN at the end of the day, Sam (bitch sister) and i met up in the cafeteria just like we always do. she was like "i need to go talk to all my second semester teachers to tell them that i wont be there next week" (my family is going to disney). and i said Umm well i've got a solo rehearsal at dance in 10 minutes, and you've had all week to do this. im sorry, but we've gotta go like, now. She got all pissed, as if this were my fault that she was lazy and didn't talk to her teachers til the last minute. Anyway, to make a long story short, she finally got in the car after picking up her video recorder from ICP, and started bitching me out. it was awful. so in the park, i slammed on the brakes and said "get the fuck out of my car and walk." she was being such a selfish bitch and i wanted her gone. but she refused to move. stupid douche bag slut. so i sped home, blaring my music and being reckless, hoping to crash and perhaps injure myself and sam. or maybe just sam. when you're bipolar, nothing seems to be unfeasible. so we got home and i went up in my room, sat on the toilet seat, and bawled for ten minutes straight. felt pretty good to cry. you'd think that i'd get tired of crying all the time, but i find it comforting. anyway, by that time i was late for my rehearsal, so i got dressed real quick, went out to my car with my 3 days grace cd (the BEST cd to listen to when you're really really pissed), and just started crying again. i couldnt help it, the tears just came.
with red eyes and blotchy skin, i danced. and it made me feel at home. something i never feel around sam. or in my house. dancing sets me free. it takes all my problems and throws them away. and in those moments i am happy...
all i know is that i cant take living with her anymore... +tears fall+
So, AMS was great. Cori and i were really goofy and talked about thin and thick air (which is surprisingly just fog)...and then we realized that if you wanted like, medium air, it would just be thin and thick together....which would be like, thinick. we think. or something i dunno, it was a pretty random convo.
At the end of the day in chorus kelly and i were being really silly, she ripped her music by accident and omg it was hilarious. then in the middle of a song, kelly just stops singing and goes "oh shit....shit...SHIT!" turns out she left her piano lesson music at home. haha.
THEN at the end of the day, Sam (bitch sister) and i met up in the cafeteria just like we always do. she was like "i need to go talk to all my second semester teachers to tell them that i wont be there next week" (my family is going to disney). and i said Umm well i've got a solo rehearsal at dance in 10 minutes, and you've had all week to do this. im sorry, but we've gotta go like, now. She got all pissed, as if this were my fault that she was lazy and didn't talk to her teachers til the last minute. Anyway, to make a long story short, she finally got in the car after picking up her video recorder from ICP, and started bitching me out. it was awful. so in the park, i slammed on the brakes and said "get the fuck out of my car and walk." she was being such a selfish bitch and i wanted her gone. but she refused to move. stupid douche bag slut. so i sped home, blaring my music and being reckless, hoping to crash and perhaps injure myself and sam. or maybe just sam. when you're bipolar, nothing seems to be unfeasible. so we got home and i went up in my room, sat on the toilet seat, and bawled for ten minutes straight. felt pretty good to cry. you'd think that i'd get tired of crying all the time, but i find it comforting. anyway, by that time i was late for my rehearsal, so i got dressed real quick, went out to my car with my 3 days grace cd (the BEST cd to listen to when you're really really pissed), and just started crying again. i couldnt help it, the tears just came.
with red eyes and blotchy skin, i danced. and it made me feel at home. something i never feel around sam. or in my house. dancing sets me free. it takes all my problems and throws them away. and in those moments i am happy...
all i know is that i cant take living with her anymore... +tears fall+