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amigone2515Ok.
Sometimes, and maybe I'm the only one herewho has this, but I feel like I'm the only same one in a world full of pschopaths.
My dad isn't home yet. He's moving his office building, and for all we know, well, we won't go there, but we have no idea where the fuck he is, we can't get a hold of him, and I'm worrying myself sick. This is one of the reasons why I was so grumpy tonight. I apologise to Jean-Marc who kind of needed me to talk to him, and I wan't really there. Sorry, hon.
Secondly, there's stuff going on that frustrates me SO much. I dont' know what to say about it, I dont' know if there's anything I can do about it, and so it's grit my teeth, and live through it.
My head is fucking killing me. I'm in the dark, with just my computer monitor on, but my eyes are closed, and I'm just typing. It's kind of a test to see how good my typing skills are, we'll see. It hurts to open my eyes. Sometimes, opening your eyes is bad. You'll see things that aren't there, or you'll see that things aren't exactly how you'd like them to be. I'm going to open mine soon, and we'll see what happens.
I wish for someone who understands me. I don't really think anyone does, at least not really. Then again, I won't let anyone in, so my point here is moot. I'm going to be 19 in 9 days, and well, I think I'm going to cry in my bed. It's the least harmful stress relief that I know.
Please come home, dad...
Sometimes, and maybe I'm the only one herewho has this, but I feel like I'm the only same one in a world full of pschopaths.
My dad isn't home yet. He's moving his office building, and for all we know, well, we won't go there, but we have no idea where the fuck he is, we can't get a hold of him, and I'm worrying myself sick. This is one of the reasons why I was so grumpy tonight. I apologise to Jean-Marc who kind of needed me to talk to him, and I wan't really there. Sorry, hon.
Secondly, there's stuff going on that frustrates me SO much. I dont' know what to say about it, I dont' know if there's anything I can do about it, and so it's grit my teeth, and live through it.
My head is fucking killing me. I'm in the dark, with just my computer monitor on, but my eyes are closed, and I'm just typing. It's kind of a test to see how good my typing skills are, we'll see. It hurts to open my eyes. Sometimes, opening your eyes is bad. You'll see things that aren't there, or you'll see that things aren't exactly how you'd like them to be. I'm going to open mine soon, and we'll see what happens.
I wish for someone who understands me. I don't really think anyone does, at least not really. Then again, I won't let anyone in, so my point here is moot. I'm going to be 19 in 9 days, and well, I think I'm going to cry in my bed. It's the least harmful stress relief that I know.
Please come home, dad...
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