My goal for this summer is to learn how to be content with what I have. Therefore hopefully, I’ll be much more amiable, kind, and most importantly content. I’ve come to this decision because I know I’m going in for a heartbreak this summer. I don’t want it to affect me. But, I don’t want to ignore it. Because we all know how that concludes…bottling my emotions is not good. So, here’s to be content. Even if you’re not. I’ll find all the little things that make me smile and focus on the good, not the bad.
I’m so frustrated. I can’t do anything. I feel horrible and sick and lazy all the time. I want to go out and my parents are my only barrier. Usually parents are the ones who force their Internet obsessed children to go and explore the outside world. So how come my parents won’t let me do anything. Fuck, I hate it. It irritates me to no end. It’s not like i don’t know how to take care of myself. I’m a wrestler. If all else fails kick them in the family jewels? It’s not even like I can say anything to make them change theirminds. I try to be an exceptional daughter. But, it’s bloody fucking frustrating. I do everything I can to make their lives easier. Can’t they repay the favour? No. They have to be assholes. They are making crazy. They are driving me to the edge. They make me want to go and do something drastic. Like pierce my eyebrow or get a tattoo. I totally should. Maybe then, they’ll realize. How much they’ve fucked me in the head.
I make up for my lack of blogging. By posting a bunch of blogs that contain my thoughts and feelings from my vairous moods. If you can’t tell. I’m quite moody.
So how come I lack any sort of patience what so ever.
Fuck, I’m such a fuckin failure.
Grr.
I typed his number. All I have to do is press the talk button.
But I can’t do it…
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I’m such a failure. Oh so pathetic. God damn. I should do it.
I will…hopefully?
