My First Time!
So as some people may know I have moved and this is my first entry in my livejournal. I am excited yet i am kinda getting aggravated with changing the styles in this damn thing. Plus i dont have that many friends on my page and I dont know how the hell to add them but I guess time and other account users will aid me in this wacky thing. But yeah as the summer goes on I find that i am bedoming more and more depressed. And i cant understand why because it's nothing that my immediate family is doing it's just my mentality and need to always analyze certain aspects of my life and contrast them to others around me. If u dont understand what I mean I will explain what the hell is goin on in my head.
First off, I should say that in my group of friends from Salpointe I am known as the "partier" Sure I go out til 3 in the morning but it is just because my parents know that they can trust my judgment and know that I will always use my head in certain situations. Now here comes the drama part of things. Lately i have found that some of my friends' parents dont really think that I am "suitable" for their children and yeah I know that sometimes my curfew and certain "habits" I have are ridiculous but at the same time who are they to judge what i a 17 year old girl? I mean it's not like they did the same or even worse when they were my age. They grew up in the 60's for goodness sake! I dunno if u want the whole truth and fuckin anxiety that i am going through then u have to read my ole journal at deadjournal. com with the user name msbehavin.
I also think that I am feeling this low because of the fact that i saw a really horrendous accident last Saturday. That u can also read in my old journal because I dont think that I have the strength to vividly re- live that again.
But I feel like I am a spoiled brat because here i am crying about not having a car and yet there are kids in Tucson that A.) Dont have a roof over their heads or 3 meals a day and B.) Some are so caught up in bad shit that they dont know how long the are going to live for whatever reason.
I dunno I think that I just need to work shit out on my own like I usually do because if I dont and I have to depend on someone else I think that I might go crazy. Or I will blame that certain person for not helping to get over or cure my problems.
God just grant me strength......
Well that was an interesting first entry
First off, I should say that in my group of friends from Salpointe I am known as the "partier" Sure I go out til 3 in the morning but it is just because my parents know that they can trust my judgment and know that I will always use my head in certain situations. Now here comes the drama part of things. Lately i have found that some of my friends' parents dont really think that I am "suitable" for their children and yeah I know that sometimes my curfew and certain "habits" I have are ridiculous but at the same time who are they to judge what i a 17 year old girl? I mean it's not like they did the same or even worse when they were my age. They grew up in the 60's for goodness sake! I dunno if u want the whole truth and fuckin anxiety that i am going through then u have to read my ole journal at deadjournal. com with the user name msbehavin.
I also think that I am feeling this low because of the fact that i saw a really horrendous accident last Saturday. That u can also read in my old journal because I dont think that I have the strength to vividly re- live that again.
But I feel like I am a spoiled brat because here i am crying about not having a car and yet there are kids in Tucson that A.) Dont have a roof over their heads or 3 meals a day and B.) Some are so caught up in bad shit that they dont know how long the are going to live for whatever reason.
I dunno I think that I just need to work shit out on my own like I usually do because if I dont and I have to depend on someone else I think that I might go crazy. Or I will blame that certain person for not helping to get over or cure my problems.
God just grant me strength......
Well that was an interesting first entry