Now I don't wanna beg you baby...
So, I had an oddly happy moment today as i looked out the window and rest my chin against my arm. Somehow, I smelled my skin, and it smelled like my soap. Sun shining on my face. It was strange. And oddly pleasing. Oh for the simple pleasures.
Ashley tore up some apples. Her apple cider is good. Yay!
Dane Cook is awesome. He makes me chortle
When something is not one's problem, why do they often feel the need to interject? They really only make things worse because not only do they not have a view on whats going on, but they shouldn't have a view at all. Don't add to the argument for arguments sake. Just sit back and let people do what they have to do. You're not important enough to benefit anyone on this current situation just because you happen to be in the area.
I hate being here. I really do. It's becoming harder and harder to focus on what I have to do when I have someone that refuses to let me greive. Frankly, I've never been one to grieve, but you know? I'd really like to do so right now. I had fun in San Luis Obispo. Lots of it. Why? Cuz I could relax. I don't have someone constantly badgering me to do something. So, I decided to use this against them. I plan on being so busy that I will only be home to sleep, pretty much. That'd work for me. It really would. Because not only would I not be home, but I wouldn't have time to buy anything. See? Two positives right there. Freakin' awesome.
Without me it would just be aweso. Moving on.
I'm really tired of arguing. I don't want to anymore, but my mom keeps asking my opinion on the current situation. But whenever I say something, she always retaliates with how she has it worse, and how I'm wrong. I don't want to argue anymore. I don't.
I want to be sad. I really do. But I can't because I'm too busy being angry. And that, I REALLY don't want to be. I've spent WAY too much time being angry. I want to be sad. But I can't. All I have are moments. Moments when I feel the tears start to form. Moments when I hurt inside. But that's all. Moments. Mainly because as soon as I feel myself starting to crack, something comes up. I have to put on my smiling face and move on. Moments. All I really have.
I gave myself a certain amount of time. As of this second, there is 4 hours left to hold on to hope. But afterwards, I know I have to let go. Unless nothing short of a miracle happens. Then, and only then, will I be allowed to hold on.
Ashley tore up some apples. Her apple cider is good. Yay!
Dane Cook is awesome. He makes me chortle
When something is not one's problem, why do they often feel the need to interject? They really only make things worse because not only do they not have a view on whats going on, but they shouldn't have a view at all. Don't add to the argument for arguments sake. Just sit back and let people do what they have to do. You're not important enough to benefit anyone on this current situation just because you happen to be in the area.
I hate being here. I really do. It's becoming harder and harder to focus on what I have to do when I have someone that refuses to let me greive. Frankly, I've never been one to grieve, but you know? I'd really like to do so right now. I had fun in San Luis Obispo. Lots of it. Why? Cuz I could relax. I don't have someone constantly badgering me to do something. So, I decided to use this against them. I plan on being so busy that I will only be home to sleep, pretty much. That'd work for me. It really would. Because not only would I not be home, but I wouldn't have time to buy anything. See? Two positives right there. Freakin' awesome.
Without me it would just be aweso. Moving on.
I'm really tired of arguing. I don't want to anymore, but my mom keeps asking my opinion on the current situation. But whenever I say something, she always retaliates with how she has it worse, and how I'm wrong. I don't want to argue anymore. I don't.
I want to be sad. I really do. But I can't because I'm too busy being angry. And that, I REALLY don't want to be. I've spent WAY too much time being angry. I want to be sad. But I can't. All I have are moments. Moments when I feel the tears start to form. Moments when I hurt inside. But that's all. Moments. Mainly because as soon as I feel myself starting to crack, something comes up. I have to put on my smiling face and move on. Moments. All I really have.
I gave myself a certain amount of time. As of this second, there is 4 hours left to hold on to hope. But afterwards, I know I have to let go. Unless nothing short of a miracle happens. Then, and only then, will I be allowed to hold on.