I'm going to use this journal again.

This was a fun one, and I thought I'd take part in it. ^^

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, take the first line of 20 songs to make your new song. The first line of the 21st song is your title."Oh, Lover, Hold On ( Read more... )

Sometimes (or is it most times?) my personality and tendencies don't go well with my grandmother's and mother's ( Read more... )

I miss my daddy.

My mother is a fucking bitch.

There, I've said it.

Sometimes I feel really unappreciated by my immediate family. I know we're going through a lot, but sometimes they fail to realize that I'm progressing. I'm not crying as much anymore, and I'm not failing in school any longer... why can't they accept this instead of griping or nagging at me every few seconds? There's only so much that I can do ( Read more... )