3rd times a charm
so its july 17th and im just sitting here, i wish i was out bowling or something but my parents are ridiculously controlling and apparently im "too sick to go out" dont you think id be a better judge of that? sure im ranting because they didnt let me go out but it still is pretty ridiculous. i went to dinner with kim and my brother and sister and that always gives me perspective in things but never really makes things any better, almoust makes me more deppressed about the way things are, knowing that i shouldnt have to live my life this way. i feel really let down right now, i dont really know why.
seth was getting on me about updating this thing, and put cool pictures and stuff in it like sarah cause she is all-mighty but whenever i get typing in this i get sad and just rant, but thats what journals are for, arent they?
i wonder what its like to be completly happy and fufilled? seems like no matter how happy i am with one thing in my life theres always something else holding me down, ad theres ususally nothing i can do about it. i want to be wanted. i wonder if ill be happy when i leave here, when i get the fuck out of this house
i feel like im always let down, by everyone. no matter who or what i count on i get let down. i dont know why i keep putting myslef out there thinking things will change, but they never do. maybe i only think about the bad times. i wish i was a cucumber, i bet they dont have to deal with all this shit. but i dont want to be a vegetable like terry chiavo or however the fuck you spell it, if im ever that way someone please kill me.
seth was getting on me about updating this thing, and put cool pictures and stuff in it like sarah cause she is all-mighty but whenever i get typing in this i get sad and just rant, but thats what journals are for, arent they?
i wonder what its like to be completly happy and fufilled? seems like no matter how happy i am with one thing in my life theres always something else holding me down, ad theres ususally nothing i can do about it. i want to be wanted. i wonder if ill be happy when i leave here, when i get the fuck out of this house
i feel like im always let down, by everyone. no matter who or what i count on i get let down. i dont know why i keep putting myslef out there thinking things will change, but they never do. maybe i only think about the bad times. i wish i was a cucumber, i bet they dont have to deal with all this shit. but i dont want to be a vegetable like terry chiavo or however the fuck you spell it, if im ever that way someone please kill me.