(no subject)
I don't know how to deal with things anymore. My home-life is the worse than it's ever been. Even my dad is hoping for me to escape soon. I've been reading alot lately. Nothing else to do.
Fast Food Nation, A Clockwork Orange, Fight Club, The Perks of Being a Wallflower... they all run together into one long book anymore. Not to mention to constant pain in the gulliver and a sick death in the stomach.
Lori promised to call me twice a week once she was in Seattle. I haven't heard from her since she moved. I wish she would call.
Katie and I are both going to model for the Inland Hair Show this Sunday. Me for men's cut and Katie for make-up. We will be so beautiful, for a few hours. Then forgotten like eveything else that is made to be appreciated.
I wish some friends would call and just say "Hey, what are you doing this weekend?" Even though I am busy, it would just be nice to hear a voice that's so familair. Shawna, Kayla, Mandie, Razziq, Jeff... anyone. You all have my number. Instead I will just play this bar show again, and then go back to reading and avoiding my house.
Not being home is alot harder than you think... especially when you can't even call it home. My bed is here, and my books are here. But this isn't home. I need someplace that only my dad and my friends know where I am. Just to escape the "Peterson" family for the rest of my life.
Anyone that currently goes to Shadle Park high School knows that Ashley Peterson isn't exactly friendly. Now try living with her... her mother is just about as immature and shallow as her daughter as well. Not to mention the ten year old kleptomaniac that inhabits every part of the house.
Fast Food Nation, A Clockwork Orange, Fight Club, The Perks of Being a Wallflower... they all run together into one long book anymore. Not to mention to constant pain in the gulliver and a sick death in the stomach.
Lori promised to call me twice a week once she was in Seattle. I haven't heard from her since she moved. I wish she would call.
Katie and I are both going to model for the Inland Hair Show this Sunday. Me for men's cut and Katie for make-up. We will be so beautiful, for a few hours. Then forgotten like eveything else that is made to be appreciated.
I wish some friends would call and just say "Hey, what are you doing this weekend?" Even though I am busy, it would just be nice to hear a voice that's so familair. Shawna, Kayla, Mandie, Razziq, Jeff... anyone. You all have my number. Instead I will just play this bar show again, and then go back to reading and avoiding my house.
Not being home is alot harder than you think... especially when you can't even call it home. My bed is here, and my books are here. But this isn't home. I need someplace that only my dad and my friends know where I am. Just to escape the "Peterson" family for the rest of my life.
Anyone that currently goes to Shadle Park high School knows that Ashley Peterson isn't exactly friendly. Now try living with her... her mother is just about as immature and shallow as her daughter as well. Not to mention the ten year old kleptomaniac that inhabits every part of the house.