A couple things to take note of...
I had a not so great (horrible) day. I am becoming too soft. I am too soft. I am like a wet cloth in which tears are wrung out. I need to work on that. *sighs* Then maybe my days won't be so horrible. I need to stand up for myself as well...expecially with Morgan...and someone else that will not be mentioned.
I don't know what is going on. I have been pretty down for the past few days. Of course no one would know that by looking at me because I don't want anyone to get any ideas. I guess it is probably just my grandfather but I can't help being afraid that maybe things are coming back. I don't want that. That is why I must become harder. Stuff is happening at home to. I feel like I have been forgotten by my family. No one respects me. Everyone forgets that I exist and when they notice me...they call me a sheep or a parasite. That is what I am...a tag-along. Oh joy. I am doomed to be a tag-along that no one will ever respect.
Morgan doesn't respect me...I can tell you that much. He has made me so ANGRY this week. Yesterday he started commanding me to do stuff and telling me I HAD to call him and that I was GOING to make time to call him. Since when does he have control over my life? Since when can he tell me what I am going and not going to do. I just about didn't call him and I regret that I did. He didn't deserve for me to call him. He doesn't deserve for me to even be talking to him. He treats me like dirt. Worse than dirt. He makes me sound like a bad person when he talks about me in his journal. He insists upon talking about the religion stuff we have been arguing so much about...I DON"T WANT TO! I swear, it is time for me to just put my foot down and tell him to stop. It it goes much farther I will. And if he tries to talk about it at GH I will either slap him or get away. HE MAKES ME SO FREAKING MAD!
Anyways. It is so cold. I am shivering. Either out of rage or just because it is cold. I can't tell. It needs to rain, it would suit my wonderful mood. I guess that is it. I am going to go cry to listen to Walk to Remember soundtrack or something sad. I just feel like it.
Until Later
Forgotten Poet.
I don't know what is going on. I have been pretty down for the past few days. Of course no one would know that by looking at me because I don't want anyone to get any ideas. I guess it is probably just my grandfather but I can't help being afraid that maybe things are coming back. I don't want that. That is why I must become harder. Stuff is happening at home to. I feel like I have been forgotten by my family. No one respects me. Everyone forgets that I exist and when they notice me...they call me a sheep or a parasite. That is what I am...a tag-along. Oh joy. I am doomed to be a tag-along that no one will ever respect.
Morgan doesn't respect me...I can tell you that much. He has made me so ANGRY this week. Yesterday he started commanding me to do stuff and telling me I HAD to call him and that I was GOING to make time to call him. Since when does he have control over my life? Since when can he tell me what I am going and not going to do. I just about didn't call him and I regret that I did. He didn't deserve for me to call him. He doesn't deserve for me to even be talking to him. He treats me like dirt. Worse than dirt. He makes me sound like a bad person when he talks about me in his journal. He insists upon talking about the religion stuff we have been arguing so much about...I DON"T WANT TO! I swear, it is time for me to just put my foot down and tell him to stop. It it goes much farther I will. And if he tries to talk about it at GH I will either slap him or get away. HE MAKES ME SO FREAKING MAD!
Anyways. It is so cold. I am shivering. Either out of rage or just because it is cold. I can't tell. It needs to rain, it would suit my wonderful mood. I guess that is it. I am going to go cry to listen to Walk to Remember soundtrack or something sad. I just feel like it.
Until Later
Forgotten Poet.