Can you hear me now?
Alrighty.
Been in the hot, humid, and sunny state of Florida for 5 days now.
It's eeeeh. My grandfather is still an insufferable jerk, and there are times that I feel so angry or depressed about how he treats us that all I can do is stare or stuff my face in my laptop. But I guess it's not so bad. I just hate his double standards. I can't stand it. But I'm sounding like a broken record.
I let it slip that I'm taking anti-depressants to my grandmother, but I don't know if she caught it. She's at least been nice enough not to bring it up, and she hasn't told anyone else because I'm sure I'd be harassed if she did.
I haven't been able to sleep at night. I keep waking up, and when I seem to manage to sleep I have wacky-freaky dreams that wake me up anyways. I'm sleeping fine during hte day though, and I feel kind of bad because my grandparents want to spend time with me and I'm like a zombie.
Weather's been awesome since I got here. Unbearably hot most of the time, but storms everyday makes up for it.
I'm just... tired. So tired. Physically. Mentally. And not just from here. I'm exhausted. And I know it will always be like this. Things may change, transform through the years, but I will always be pushed, pulled, hit, screamed at (mostly by myself), and the feeling will never change.
Been in the hot, humid, and sunny state of Florida for 5 days now.
It's eeeeh. My grandfather is still an insufferable jerk, and there are times that I feel so angry or depressed about how he treats us that all I can do is stare or stuff my face in my laptop. But I guess it's not so bad. I just hate his double standards. I can't stand it. But I'm sounding like a broken record.
I let it slip that I'm taking anti-depressants to my grandmother, but I don't know if she caught it. She's at least been nice enough not to bring it up, and she hasn't told anyone else because I'm sure I'd be harassed if she did.
I haven't been able to sleep at night. I keep waking up, and when I seem to manage to sleep I have wacky-freaky dreams that wake me up anyways. I'm sleeping fine during hte day though, and I feel kind of bad because my grandparents want to spend time with me and I'm like a zombie.
Weather's been awesome since I got here. Unbearably hot most of the time, but storms everyday makes up for it.
I'm just... tired. So tired. Physically. Mentally. And not just from here. I'm exhausted. And I know it will always be like this. Things may change, transform through the years, but I will always be pushed, pulled, hit, screamed at (mostly by myself), and the feeling will never change.