shes lost inside
I thought I was capable of holding myself together...but I guess I was wrong. I called my mom today to confront her about telling my dad that she was finding things [that she wasn't actually finding] in my room. Long story short, I'm done talking to her. I don't remember agreeing to trade my mom in for just another enemy. Guess I never had to. My dad isn't making things much better on my half by being so god damn anal. Somewhere along the lines, in the past couple of years, I think I've definately fallen into one deep-ass hole...it sucks, yeah. There isn't much I can do about it now, though.
I'm just so pissed off that my parents think the worst of me. In reality, I don't do much wrong, so why the hell do they portray me to be such a bad person??
Things would be so much different if I was allowed to see Brandon. (Or maybe not since he works 24 hours a day now) If there's one thing I know, I need him more than anything right now. I miss him....
I'm just so pissed off that my parents think the worst of me. In reality, I don't do much wrong, so why the hell do they portray me to be such a bad person??
Things would be so much different if I was allowed to see Brandon. (Or maybe not since he works 24 hours a day now) If there's one thing I know, I need him more than anything right now. I miss him....