Mar 14, 2006 18:44
Sometimes, days drag on like horrid parades or boring classes. Tedious, numbing, and you can't believe that only a few minutes have passed. It has just been one of those days.
I hate days like these. Days when you can't seem to make it two minutes without wanting to run screaming from the room :(. Typical teenage angst I know, but everyone around me knows where they're going, and what they're doing, and exactly how they aren't going to waste their life. But I can't seem to pick something to focus on. My dream of the moment consists of living far away from everyone on some little farm or in some little cabin. A stupid dream I already know, from the way people laugh when they hear it, grrrrr...
Maybe that's it then, that I wouldn't be someone you could be proud of... In Death of a Salesman, something Willy says to Biff really struck me as sounding like my father (out of the many lines that did): 'I want it to be known that you cut your life down out of spite!' I suppose parents put so much of their dreams and hopes on their kids that it really pains them to see their kids as 'failing' in their eyes :(. I don't want to hurt my Dad at all but I don't want to spend my life being somewhere I don't want to be. O what a conumdrum... :( too many unhappy faces for one blog entry...