back fire
so my house hasn't been the best place to be lately, and for the next couple of days maybe weeks, it still won't be pleasant to be here. My dad bought that car without my mother knowing. When she got home and saw it she said if it was really ours, she would divorce him. She hasn't, and I hope she doesn't. They yelled at each other a lot Saturday. Sunday they didn't speak, and I had to sit inbetween them at church. Today, it's a little better. It's still awkward. I get yelled at left and right. Because they don't want to take it out on each other, who do they yell at? Me. Yeah it's bad. Yesterday I got in trouble for going to a girl scout meeting. I mean come on. I hate this, and I have no one to turn to. Being 15, I can't drive away from the house when it gets bad, and I have no one who would come pick me up. I really just want to leave most of the time. They yell at me, and I take it because I know why. Then I go upstairs and cry. There's no sense in holding it in. I really need a break. Life is throwing too many curveballs, and I don't have the bat speed or the encouragement needed to get on base.
I've decided today, I'm actually going to learn how to play the guitar and be a song writer like I've always wanted to. I'm sick of having just lyrics, I want to put music to it. End of discussion.
The next thing I'm doing after this is starting to fill out that YLFW application. I've got pretty good odds of getting in.
It's September 11, and in honor of the men and women who died, I shall share a poem.
Where were you that September day,
When terrorist attacks darkened our way?
Where you in line to give your blood,
Or in NY getting covered in dry mud?
9-11 sent thousands to heaven.
We give them this day as we commemorate and pray.
I wrote that in 5th grade. 5 years later... I wouldn't change one word.
Dedicated to the men who have more courage than me. While everyone was running out, you were running in... ♥
I've decided today, I'm actually going to learn how to play the guitar and be a song writer like I've always wanted to. I'm sick of having just lyrics, I want to put music to it. End of discussion.
The next thing I'm doing after this is starting to fill out that YLFW application. I've got pretty good odds of getting in.
It's September 11, and in honor of the men and women who died, I shall share a poem.
Where were you that September day,
When terrorist attacks darkened our way?
Where you in line to give your blood,
Or in NY getting covered in dry mud?
9-11 sent thousands to heaven.
We give them this day as we commemorate and pray.
I wrote that in 5th grade. 5 years later... I wouldn't change one word.
Dedicated to the men who have more courage than me. While everyone was running out, you were running in... ♥