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Right now, I hate my life. It happens. I feel shitty. That happens to. Such is life.
My mother doesn't understand. To her I'm just wasting my life pursuing my dream to be a Japanese translator. I need to "move home and rethink my life", she says, as though she's a Jedi and that I'm suddenly going to be all "I need to move home and rethink my life". She obviously forgets that
1: I said I was never moving back home
2: growing up in a 3 bed room house, there were 4 kids, my mom, and my dad on weekends cause he working in another city and we were crampped and now it's my mom, my steap dad, my 2 little sisters, HIS 2 kids (the third gone and my mother doesn't care where he is), and now my brother who moved back home. My old room is now my youngest sister's room, my brother's old room is my other sister;s, the laundry room, which was converted into a bedroom, is his daughters, gods know where his son is sleeping let alone my brother. There IS no room for me there even if I wanted to move home.
3: My brother, who doesn't get along with me, thinks highly of me for moving out.
4: I like my way of life.
My roommate doesn't understand (the other one does I think). To her I'm just an annoying b***h. Gods forbid I talk to loud . That's just me. The way I talk. The things I talk about. Pretty much everything I do...
People don't understand. Well...most people don't. Maybe no one understands and they're all treating me kindly out of pity. I hate pity. I really do. The feeling of people saying "oh look, she's crying! Lets make it better!". I hate that. Gods I hate that. Just leave me the ******** alone. I cry because my life depresses me. I cry because I'm angry and I don't like the thought of punching people. I cry because I'm stressed.
I want to be alone. But I hate being alone. Maybe...it's not supposed to make sense crying
 Gamer_Petri · Sat Dec 11, 2004 @ 03:47am · 0 Comments |
