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Well well well.
Back to the good ol’ LiveJournal I go, even though I hardly get comments.
So today, I found out, my mom is unable to take me to see my dad.
Again.
This is the second week in a row my mom has gotten my hopes up, and changed her mind. I'm really getting sick of her inability to deal with reality like the rest of us, she says she's depressed, and feels overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed? Yeah, by your hard life, not working, sleeping 12 hours, and playing on the computer all day.
Jeez, how overwhelming THAT must be!
I can't wait to move out of this house, I can't stand living with emotionally unstable parents.
11 days til my birthday, I'll be 18.
Yip-e-fucking-ki-yay.
Not like it matters, 18 will be the same as 17, 16, 15, etc etc.
And on top of all that, I've been thinking WAY too much.
What the fuck is that?
I hate sleeping now, for that one reason.
Lying in my bed, for 2 hours, thinking about the fact I'm lonely, and probably will be for a while, and the fact I'm not doing much with my life right now.
It can be quite the pile of shit to sniff, let me tell you.
I'm getting over a virus I'd had for the past 2 weeks (a little, anyways.), and playing catch-up is no fun, but at least it gives me something to do.
Anyways, I just felt like ranting, because it's 2:31 in the morning and I have nobody to talk to.
Not that anybody reads this shit anyways.
Back to the good ol’ LiveJournal I go, even though I hardly get comments.
So today, I found out, my mom is unable to take me to see my dad.
Again.
This is the second week in a row my mom has gotten my hopes up, and changed her mind. I'm really getting sick of her inability to deal with reality like the rest of us, she says she's depressed, and feels overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed? Yeah, by your hard life, not working, sleeping 12 hours, and playing on the computer all day.
Jeez, how overwhelming THAT must be!
I can't wait to move out of this house, I can't stand living with emotionally unstable parents.
11 days til my birthday, I'll be 18.
Yip-e-fucking-ki-yay.
Not like it matters, 18 will be the same as 17, 16, 15, etc etc.
And on top of all that, I've been thinking WAY too much.
What the fuck is that?
I hate sleeping now, for that one reason.
Lying in my bed, for 2 hours, thinking about the fact I'm lonely, and probably will be for a while, and the fact I'm not doing much with my life right now.
It can be quite the pile of shit to sniff, let me tell you.
I'm getting over a virus I'd had for the past 2 weeks (a little, anyways.), and playing catch-up is no fun, but at least it gives me something to do.
Anyways, I just felt like ranting, because it's 2:31 in the morning and I have nobody to talk to.
Not that anybody reads this shit anyways.