home is where the heart break is
I...
Dont...
Wanna...
Go...
Home...
heres the rules of my grounding sentence: I'm not allowed to listen to music while I do my homework, which i have to start FIFTEEN MINUTES after I get home from school. I get a short break after that for dinner or what ever after. Then I have to do my chores. I'm not allowed to go into my room until 8:30. Basically meaning I can't play my guitar or listen to my music at all throughout the day. And I need to play my guitar.
I have to bring all my books home everyday (thats five books) and, even if I dont have homework in that class, I have to do something in the class. If I come home and say I don't have homework, I have to write a sentence of my mother dearests choice 100 times. And if I try to talk to my mom (real talking) about how I've been feeling lately, it turns into a lecture on my grades.
If my life were a human, it'd be the suicidal kid that everyone beats up everyday at school...
And I feel terrible because (yeah, the grounding sentence is pretty harsh, but)my life really isnt bad. No, that does not mean I exagerate any of this, but... I know how good I got it. But I can't help but feel compleatly stressed out and such when I'm home. It's pretty bad when you cry on the way home BECAUSE your going home...
And I disgust myself with how dumb I am about the situation. About every situation that goes on in that house!!
And Melissa keeps telling me that I will meet Adam, but I haven't yet, and thats kinda bugging me. Not Melissa, no! She's not bugging me, shes awesome and I love her to death. The fact that I haven't met Adam yet is bugging me. And I just feel that something like a good relationship will make my life that much better... So, it really actually hurts in a way, I guess. A boy to break this shell that I built... Again...
So, now that I amused you with my pointless bitching that you guys prolly don't even care about, I'm going to leave you now.
*~*!_X_!*~*ShelbY*~*!_X_!*~*
Dont...
Wanna...
Go...
Home...
heres the rules of my grounding sentence: I'm not allowed to listen to music while I do my homework, which i have to start FIFTEEN MINUTES after I get home from school. I get a short break after that for dinner or what ever after. Then I have to do my chores. I'm not allowed to go into my room until 8:30. Basically meaning I can't play my guitar or listen to my music at all throughout the day. And I need to play my guitar.
I have to bring all my books home everyday (thats five books) and, even if I dont have homework in that class, I have to do something in the class. If I come home and say I don't have homework, I have to write a sentence of my mother dearests choice 100 times. And if I try to talk to my mom (real talking) about how I've been feeling lately, it turns into a lecture on my grades.
If my life were a human, it'd be the suicidal kid that everyone beats up everyday at school...
And I feel terrible because (yeah, the grounding sentence is pretty harsh, but)my life really isnt bad. No, that does not mean I exagerate any of this, but... I know how good I got it. But I can't help but feel compleatly stressed out and such when I'm home. It's pretty bad when you cry on the way home BECAUSE your going home...
And I disgust myself with how dumb I am about the situation. About every situation that goes on in that house!!
And Melissa keeps telling me that I will meet Adam, but I haven't yet, and thats kinda bugging me. Not Melissa, no! She's not bugging me, shes awesome and I love her to death. The fact that I haven't met Adam yet is bugging me. And I just feel that something like a good relationship will make my life that much better... So, it really actually hurts in a way, I guess. A boy to break this shell that I built... Again...
So, now that I amused you with my pointless bitching that you guys prolly don't even care about, I'm going to leave you now.
*~*!_X_!*~*ShelbY*~*!_X_!*~*