My friends don't understand me anymore. I am a changed person. I am not into the fucking around in department stores or screwing arounding in public places. Yeah back then, before my transformation it was fun, but now I just frown upon that and I think it's ridiculous. I don't think my friends will ever understand why I do the things I do or why I choose what I do. I have a huge problem with my friends getting drunk and being completly stupid. They never used to be like that. Whatever happend?
Dads's down to earth, outgoing, and lively...but he's never home- always working to curious late hours of the night- and going on even more curiously long business trips. I say curious because I've suspected him of cheating on my mom for awhile now. Mom, however, is an uptight little lady who prefers to ignore the bad instead of fixing it- erego letting it build up inside. She'll explode one day. Whenever dad IS home- he's either nice to me *giving me shit I don't want* or really mean and on edge. They always end up having a fight at night when there's time. They'll get divorced soon; there's really no doubt in my mind.
I hate fucking Northern virginia and everyone who fucking lives here and wish that everyone would just stop fucking around and I wish i was where i was over the summer, where people accepted me for who i really am and not the fake person i have to be because of all the fucking stereotypes that exist around me.
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I almost believe it, now.
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