I hate it here
I don't know what happened. One moment I'm quite cheerfull and extremely happy, with my boyfriend and my friends, and the next moment I feel absolutely nothing anymore. I really can't figure out what could've happened to me. I really like that boy, and he does make me happy to some extent, so that's not the problem. Neither are my friends ofcourse, they couldn't hurt me anymore even if they wanted to. Nor is it my family, for I'm used to them. Maybe it's just me. I'm running myself into the ground. I keep doing this to myself. Why? I haven't got an answer for that either. I wish I did. They didn't notice. Only one did. All I needed was a helping hand, and she gives me one and I refuse it. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? And my parents aren't helping either. They keep working me like I'm a black maid in the time of slavery. Let's see, my mum has a headache. I have a fourty degree [celcius] fever and infected vocalcords. Who should be sick in bed and who should be cleaning and mopping the floor and doing the laundry and taking care of the dog, who's [along with me] been completely forgotten by my parents because they now have new fish who go swoosh and splash and are pretty and orange. According to my parents that is. I hate them. I hate everything. I hate my life. OMG, I just turned into an emo. YUCK. But I still do hate my life. that's that for today.