No, I am not
So I was thinking alot today about how I enjoy life so much. I was sweating and walking with my father. It took alot to get him out of the house. I forced him on a walk with my dog and me. When my mother got home from work she had brought food with her. She immediately started screaming at me for not making a dentist appointment(one of my teeth lost a filling) I then proceeded to answer her with a mouth full of something or other and all the food fell out from my mouth onto my shirt. On purpose. I enjoyed the dramatics of it all. I enjoyed disturbing my mother with my anger. Why? There is a boy at my work that has a crush on me and I have made it a point to alienate him as much as possible. I told him that when my brother and I were in a hot tub together, my brother turned the water brown because he was so dirty. He seemed to have a problem with that story because he squirmed a little in his chair. Then he told me how he does not use soap when he bathes.
Enough with that story. I am bored with it already. I want to be able to rent a video anywhere in portland without fearing that I will run into someone that I have slept with. Yuch!
I do not want to look at things as they represent themselves to others. I want them to represent something entirely different to me. I cannot sleep. This is getting tedious. I feel as though the way I treat my parents is disrespectful and wrong. I don't know how to stop.
Enough with that story. I am bored with it already. I want to be able to rent a video anywhere in portland without fearing that I will run into someone that I have slept with. Yuch!
I do not want to look at things as they represent themselves to others. I want them to represent something entirely different to me. I cannot sleep. This is getting tedious. I feel as though the way I treat my parents is disrespectful and wrong. I don't know how to stop.