Teen Angst Bullshxt
It's times like these I wish I was dead they would drop fucking dead.
I'm getting really...I don't know, I just feel some sort of anxiety attack coming on. Haven't had one in a while, actually...but I'm stressing too much and I wouldn't be surprised if I got grey hair by the time I'm sixteen. I'm getting all panicky and worried. I'm turning all frustrated and bitchy. I'm becoming hateful and jealous.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I just heard mom say something I've been hearing for the past six years, but I think it's getting more serious. No, it's not "I want a divorce" (I've been hearing that for the past ELEVEN years...eleven and a half, to be exact...). I'm afraid to run upstairs and hide like I always do...listen to music and fall asleep...but erghhh. I can't do that now. I'm worried. I feel anxious and JHRYTIERYTOIEWRYTOIUR STUPID MICHAEL. You just couldn't do that to benefit anyone here?
Thank goddd I'm...oh, quiet in the house now. Good? Bad? It's okay. Mom's upstairs, I'm assuming, and dad's in the living room dialing some numbers. Yeah well.
It's sad because I hate this house, but I really wanted to live in it until I was old enough to move...it's a good size for us. I have three younger brothers, and we have a lot of pets. My dad takes up enough space by himself, but my mom and I manage to get ourselves in. I have my own room...who knows if I'll even have that within the next few months? I'm getting irrational thoughts; I need to get out.
I need time away from them. I gotta stay over at someone's house for at least a week(end) or something of the sort. Anywhere but home's good.
I'll feel better after a rush of hyperactivity. Now, what to think about?
Bleh. This LJ seems like more of a place where I come to bitch, instead of clogging up my pretty little website with my hate. Ahh.
Cole needs a hug.
PS: Thank the technological lord for digital cameras...and thank the fashion lord for girl pants...oh, and those scenesters who wear them.
PPS: I need another hobby. And money.
I'm getting really...I don't know, I just feel some sort of anxiety attack coming on. Haven't had one in a while, actually...but I'm stressing too much and I wouldn't be surprised if I got grey hair by the time I'm sixteen. I'm getting all panicky and worried. I'm turning all frustrated and bitchy. I'm becoming hateful and jealous.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I just heard mom say something I've been hearing for the past six years, but I think it's getting more serious. No, it's not "I want a divorce" (I've been hearing that for the past ELEVEN years...eleven and a half, to be exact...). I'm afraid to run upstairs and hide like I always do...listen to music and fall asleep...but erghhh. I can't do that now. I'm worried. I feel anxious and JHRYTIERYTOIEWRYTOIUR STUPID MICHAEL. You just couldn't do that to benefit anyone here?
Thank goddd I'm...oh, quiet in the house now. Good? Bad? It's okay. Mom's upstairs, I'm assuming, and dad's in the living room dialing some numbers. Yeah well.
It's sad because I hate this house, but I really wanted to live in it until I was old enough to move...it's a good size for us. I have three younger brothers, and we have a lot of pets. My dad takes up enough space by himself, but my mom and I manage to get ourselves in. I have my own room...who knows if I'll even have that within the next few months? I'm getting irrational thoughts; I need to get out.
I need time away from them. I gotta stay over at someone's house for at least a week(end) or something of the sort. Anywhere but home's good.
I'll feel better after a rush of hyperactivity. Now, what to think about?
Bleh. This LJ seems like more of a place where I come to bitch, instead of clogging up my pretty little website with my hate. Ahh.
Cole needs a hug.
PS: Thank the technological lord for digital cameras...and thank the fashion lord for girl pants...oh, and those scenesters who wear them.
PPS: I need another hobby. And money.