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I'm a damn good daughter. I've been nice about all Mom's fucking boyfriends. Every damn one. I've shown interest in the one's that she likes. I've even met a couple of them.
WTF!?!?!?! I'm talking about how good my day was and some fucking boyfriend of hers IMs her. She switches attention from me to him and doesn't turn back. I mean, my god! It's not like it would have taken all fucking day! All I wanted was for her to listen to me a little. Damnit, is that too much to ask for?
This isn't the first time that this has happened either. She does this all the fucking time! She pays more attention to her little boyfriends than she does her own fucking daughter! And I'm fucking sick of it. I'm fucking sick of her.
Oh yeah. And the fucking whore herself is on another date right now. God, can't she just stay home for one fucking night? God, especially tonight when I'm feeling especially fucking lonely...fucking bitch. She just doesn't get it.
Sorry about that. I kinda just needed to get all that out. Anyway, I wrote a few poems today and I wanted to see what you all thought.
I am a tree
my orange and yellow leaves
falling to the ground.
One by one, they float away
and each is change.
I am a tree,
see my leaves as they fall.
There goes one year,
lying at my roots with others.
Someday I will be bare,
my branches frozen with ice
brittled and cracked.
But with each spring
comes new life,
bright budding blooms,
and I will be alive again.
I am a tree.
Thrashing river,
once calm,
now vicious.
Washing over the rocks and
Eroding away the pain.
Each crash causes
an explosion.
As time and distance fade away,
the river becomes calm again.
Today was like the greatest day of my whole life. Oh my god, I had so much fun! Well, I did spectacular on my Economics test! Woo-ness! I got an 93% so that made me pretty much ecstatic. For French today, we had a guest speaker. Yeah, this guy came from France to talk to us about how the culture was there and everything. I LOVED IT!!!! I asked him so many questions. Nobody was asking any questions so I just kept raising my hand. I had SO many. I thought it was fascinating. :-) It was just so awesome. So, I didn't have enough time for all my questions and I stayed after class to talk to the guy some more. He was so funny (and cute, too...tres beau [very handsome]...23 [hehe...nice age, right?]). So that was just awesome. I had so much fun. I can't even say that enough. I would so do that again, with anybody, from any country. I loved it.
Third hour was about the same as it always is. Mark said that he was gonna kill himself. I asked him what's wrong and then fixed it. Mark said he was gonna kill himself. I asked him what's wrong and then fixed it. We did that basically all hour. He has no clue how freaking hard layout is. Hehe, I enjoyed seeing him agonize over it. For once, he knows what I go through every single week. He wants me to stay here to do layout. That's the reason. Yeah, right. That's why I'd stay.
I've been thinking about staying, actually. I mean, really considering it. I have to face the facts: This school would be better for me in the long run. I can get the credits I need here. They have all the way up to French 8 here. That's huge. And their English department isn't half bad. It would be better for me, academically, to stay here.
But, emotionally, I need to go back home. I really want to go back home. I miss it. So much. And it's hard. But, everybody goes through hard stuff. I kind of just need to deal with it, if I decide to stay. I just don't know what I want to do. I don't know what I need to do. It's all very muddled and confusing. I hate feeling like this. I just want my heart and my head to agree for once. On this one thing. But I guess that's just too much to ask for.
Tell me the best thing someone has ever done for or said to you.
WTF!?!?!?! I'm talking about how good my day was and some fucking boyfriend of hers IMs her. She switches attention from me to him and doesn't turn back. I mean, my god! It's not like it would have taken all fucking day! All I wanted was for her to listen to me a little. Damnit, is that too much to ask for?
This isn't the first time that this has happened either. She does this all the fucking time! She pays more attention to her little boyfriends than she does her own fucking daughter! And I'm fucking sick of it. I'm fucking sick of her.
Oh yeah. And the fucking whore herself is on another date right now. God, can't she just stay home for one fucking night? God, especially tonight when I'm feeling especially fucking lonely...fucking bitch. She just doesn't get it.
Sorry about that. I kinda just needed to get all that out. Anyway, I wrote a few poems today and I wanted to see what you all thought.
I am a tree
my orange and yellow leaves
falling to the ground.
One by one, they float away
and each is change.
I am a tree,
see my leaves as they fall.
There goes one year,
lying at my roots with others.
Someday I will be bare,
my branches frozen with ice
brittled and cracked.
But with each spring
comes new life,
bright budding blooms,
and I will be alive again.
I am a tree.
Thrashing river,
once calm,
now vicious.
Washing over the rocks and
Eroding away the pain.
Each crash causes
an explosion.
As time and distance fade away,
the river becomes calm again.
Today was like the greatest day of my whole life. Oh my god, I had so much fun! Well, I did spectacular on my Economics test! Woo-ness! I got an 93% so that made me pretty much ecstatic. For French today, we had a guest speaker. Yeah, this guy came from France to talk to us about how the culture was there and everything. I LOVED IT!!!! I asked him so many questions. Nobody was asking any questions so I just kept raising my hand. I had SO many. I thought it was fascinating. :-) It was just so awesome. So, I didn't have enough time for all my questions and I stayed after class to talk to the guy some more. He was so funny (and cute, too...tres beau [very handsome]...23 [hehe...nice age, right?]). So that was just awesome. I had so much fun. I can't even say that enough. I would so do that again, with anybody, from any country. I loved it.
Third hour was about the same as it always is. Mark said that he was gonna kill himself. I asked him what's wrong and then fixed it. Mark said he was gonna kill himself. I asked him what's wrong and then fixed it. We did that basically all hour. He has no clue how freaking hard layout is. Hehe, I enjoyed seeing him agonize over it. For once, he knows what I go through every single week. He wants me to stay here to do layout. That's the reason. Yeah, right. That's why I'd stay.
I've been thinking about staying, actually. I mean, really considering it. I have to face the facts: This school would be better for me in the long run. I can get the credits I need here. They have all the way up to French 8 here. That's huge. And their English department isn't half bad. It would be better for me, academically, to stay here.
But, emotionally, I need to go back home. I really want to go back home. I miss it. So much. And it's hard. But, everybody goes through hard stuff. I kind of just need to deal with it, if I decide to stay. I just don't know what I want to do. I don't know what I need to do. It's all very muddled and confusing. I hate feeling like this. I just want my heart and my head to agree for once. On this one thing. But I guess that's just too much to ask for.
Tell me the best thing someone has ever done for or said to you.