A-a-an-gry Beavers.
Wow, I have no idea why I'm back on this site.
I guess it's because I need somewhere to vent. I rely way too much on my friends and I'm surprised most of them haven't stopped talking to me because of it. But then of course my friends are greater than that.
That's what I like about my friends. All I have are best friends so I don't even have to use that prefix to differentiate two different groups. And my friends know that they are the best.
I hate when people move my stuff and I can't find it and they don't remember where they put it. Even more, I hate that I have such a short temper with my mom. I wish I didn't yell like I do but she makes it so easy to.
I know she sees Ashley as the golden child but that's not fair. I'm not by any means a bad child but putting me up next to her makes me look like tarnished silver that's turned green with wear. She doesn't like the idea of me moving out to California but when I ask her what she would like me to do instead she doesn't have an answer. It's enough to drive me crazy. Forgive me for not wanting to be a pharmacists, or a teacher, or a business major. The worst thing that could happen is that I decide I don't like it out there.
Sorry, I guess 20 isn't old enough to make my own decisions.
I guess it's because I need somewhere to vent. I rely way too much on my friends and I'm surprised most of them haven't stopped talking to me because of it. But then of course my friends are greater than that.
That's what I like about my friends. All I have are best friends so I don't even have to use that prefix to differentiate two different groups. And my friends know that they are the best.
I hate when people move my stuff and I can't find it and they don't remember where they put it. Even more, I hate that I have such a short temper with my mom. I wish I didn't yell like I do but she makes it so easy to.
I know she sees Ashley as the golden child but that's not fair. I'm not by any means a bad child but putting me up next to her makes me look like tarnished silver that's turned green with wear. She doesn't like the idea of me moving out to California but when I ask her what she would like me to do instead she doesn't have an answer. It's enough to drive me crazy. Forgive me for not wanting to be a pharmacists, or a teacher, or a business major. The worst thing that could happen is that I decide I don't like it out there.
Sorry, I guess 20 isn't old enough to make my own decisions.