blankets on the beach
Ive fallen out with Donald... AGAIN. I had ignored him for four days, things were going well, and then we fell out, again.... I can't be bothered with it at the moment. My whole family seem to consider me as a 'bad person'. I am a 'bad person'. A fucking 'bad person'. You can see that they're trying to cope, you know, the whole 'let's try to be nice, and maybe she'll improve'.... I haven't done anything wrong...Homework is bloody depressing. Ha, that's a first, you know, never heard anyone complain about that before...I have so many things in my head that I just want to sit down and scream but I know I can't and I have to keep thinking about them and I know that if I don't get rid of them I will break down and become a complete neurotic. I hate the way at the moment whenever I get excited about something, or someone, they always end up letting me down or I let them down or I just end up making them hate me. I used to have everything worked out... I used to be so secure about everything and now i'm not secure about anything and it seems like everyone has it down to a tee, they know what they're doing. ARGH...
On a happier note... uh?? Mike text me earlier? I guess that counts as something happy! I don't know.
love u xx