Welcome to the Rough side of life.
Yesterday...
yesterday was awesome.
It was such a good day.
Lots of fun.
Played basketball after school with Derek.
The dance was awesome.
I danced around.
Got a few hotties to dance with.
I got back to Derek's tired, and with a bottle of Juice waiting for me.
Until 12:02.
My sister called and siad that I was lying about where I was and that she wanted me home immediately.
That ruined the rest of my day and didn't make it seem so important anymore.
The way they talk to me...
It doesn't make me feel like I have a family.
More like... a burden.
Like I'm just to be carried until I can make it on my own.
I don't have a family.
And now I'm confined to this box with no way out
no way to relieve the stress I feel about being alone.
It's times like these that i would normally lash out at someone to make myself feel better.
But that only makes things worse.
It only makes me feel worse.
It makes everything worse.
I need love.
And not just the contemporary 'I like you love';
I need the make you feel warm inside love.
The love that makes you wake up because you like them so much love.
I think after hours of sleeping and consideration, I've found someone.
Or at least, I hope so.
Because it's not often that I make decisions.
I almost feel like dying.
And if my sister were to die, this very moment, I wouldn't shed one tear of remorse.
I would feel bad, but I don't think I'd cry over it.
yesterday was awesome.
It was such a good day.
Lots of fun.
Played basketball after school with Derek.
The dance was awesome.
I danced around.
Got a few hotties to dance with.
I got back to Derek's tired, and with a bottle of Juice waiting for me.
Until 12:02.
My sister called and siad that I was lying about where I was and that she wanted me home immediately.
That ruined the rest of my day and didn't make it seem so important anymore.
The way they talk to me...
It doesn't make me feel like I have a family.
More like... a burden.
Like I'm just to be carried until I can make it on my own.
I don't have a family.
And now I'm confined to this box with no way out
no way to relieve the stress I feel about being alone.
It's times like these that i would normally lash out at someone to make myself feel better.
But that only makes things worse.
It only makes me feel worse.
It makes everything worse.
I need love.
And not just the contemporary 'I like you love';
I need the make you feel warm inside love.
The love that makes you wake up because you like them so much love.
I think after hours of sleeping and consideration, I've found someone.
Or at least, I hope so.
Because it's not often that I make decisions.
I almost feel like dying.
And if my sister were to die, this very moment, I wouldn't shed one tear of remorse.
I would feel bad, but I don't think I'd cry over it.