Friday, August 7, 2009

I can't stop thinking

I don't like my life, I hate it, hate it hate it. I was forbidden to go to bible study today because my mom is still worried about what happened last week. the whole fricken' thing is over, there's nothing to worry about, I want to like...rip my hair out. I get locked up with no more freedom. I'm not even allowed out tomorrow. I have to stay home and study. WTH!!! its like I'm held captive with a 51809704319274 ton ball chained to my foot.

aside from my mom though, she's the least of my problems. if anyone noticed, I stopped bringing my guitar. a certain individual always takes it when I want to play it, always puts it away when I don't want it. like the other day, she asked to bring my guitar home, I thought she was going straight home, but no. she fricken went to some place and played it in public. the humidity isn't good for my guitar, and she knew that, she takes my guitar out in public without permission to play it in public, I thought that she was only gonna play indoors. I found fricken warps in the body.... really small but I can see them if I inspect them close enough. I'm being taken advantage of and I don't like it when people do that. she never says thank you unless I ask, is never considerate to bother asking me to take my guitar. she just takes it like she's that close to me. she used to be, maybe, but for like... 4 months and counting she's been a B to me. treats me like crap, she doesn't say mean things to me but she's changed her attitude towards me. that person still acts the same towards everyone else I feel as if I'm being left out.

and thanks for everyone who've been caring about my look recently. theres just a lot of stuff that's on my mind, and I don't have a way to get it all out. I can't go handball and release it there because my mom won't let me free. I can't handball in ocm cuz its too small, I don't have anyone to talk to about it because everyone is too busy and no one cares. I want to like....end it. right now.

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