Today
I hate my life well actually more my circumstances. All freaking day nobody would leave me alone. Everybody always wants something from me. They dont want me, they just want what i can give them. My mum spent half the day lecturing and guilt tripping about how i never do anything and how im never good enough, about how i'm wasting my life because i dont want to be like her, about how i make her look. And my *friends* (if you could call them that) spent the day chattering and asking for this and can i do that and be part of this and organise the other and nobody even noticed that i didnt say a word. And the worst part is they wouldn't have cared if they had. Then again nobody noticed when i stopped smiling either. Then again what does it really matter... I guess it doesnt, should, but doesnt.
