life sucks
I'm sad. But I have nothing to be sad about, other than having just wrecked my car...
But I was sad before that. I can't put my finger on why. It's like there is no exact reason. But I need a reason. It drives me mad trying to find the reason and when I don't I try to make one up. My stomach hurts...
I wish I knew how to voice my feelings, or at least write them. I can't believe how quickly the summer is going, but I doubt that is what has me upset. If anything, I should be happy about that. And I am.
Well I feel sick. But it seems as though I always feel sick. You know, I hate this ghastly pink on my walls. Looking at it gives me a headache. I have attempted making personal wallpaper: covering it up with calenders, movie tivkets, awards, etc. But the pastel pink shines through.
When we painted, my parents told my sister and I we could pick a color. We wanted blue or something like that. They said no it had to be pink. Humf! Well we chose a shade of pink on the samples they gave us. No they didn't like the one we chose. Too dark. So they chose one for us instead. I hate it. I have always hated it. It's light, pastel pink. It would make Barbie puke. I bet that's what has been making me sick all of these years, these stupid walls. I hate these walls. If they would only paint them. Ow.
You know when I would feel sick during the night, as soon as I would leave my room, I would feel better, as if there was some sickness energy in my room. Then when I would go back and lie down in my room again, guess what! I would always feel sick again!
Anyways I think I've strayed fcrom my original topic. So I think this is the end of my entry...
But I was sad before that. I can't put my finger on why. It's like there is no exact reason. But I need a reason. It drives me mad trying to find the reason and when I don't I try to make one up. My stomach hurts...
I wish I knew how to voice my feelings, or at least write them. I can't believe how quickly the summer is going, but I doubt that is what has me upset. If anything, I should be happy about that. And I am.
Well I feel sick. But it seems as though I always feel sick. You know, I hate this ghastly pink on my walls. Looking at it gives me a headache. I have attempted making personal wallpaper: covering it up with calenders, movie tivkets, awards, etc. But the pastel pink shines through.
When we painted, my parents told my sister and I we could pick a color. We wanted blue or something like that. They said no it had to be pink. Humf! Well we chose a shade of pink on the samples they gave us. No they didn't like the one we chose. Too dark. So they chose one for us instead. I hate it. I have always hated it. It's light, pastel pink. It would make Barbie puke. I bet that's what has been making me sick all of these years, these stupid walls. I hate these walls. If they would only paint them. Ow.
You know when I would feel sick during the night, as soon as I would leave my room, I would feel better, as if there was some sickness energy in my room. Then when I would go back and lie down in my room again, guess what! I would always feel sick again!
Anyways I think I've strayed fcrom my original topic. So I think this is the end of my entry...