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desertions) wrote2004-11-07 01:33 am
desertions) wrote2004-11-07 01:33 am
Could It Be That Sometimes I Say Things Just To Disagree
Today was, well it had a few highlights I suppose...
Went to the back
Bought some stuff: Invader Zim Volume 2, The Melacholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories By Tim Burton (that's right, he has a book!), a pair of tennis shoes, and some pretty kick ass brown boots (only $20!!!)
Lots of fighting with my grandma though
Must of cried because of it three times, at least
About my "anitsocial" behavior at holidays
College
And basically all my faults
And when I started to try to be honest about how she was making me feel
She turned even more balistic on me
So I ended up spending most of the rest of the evening locked in my room, crying
What's more is that my mom's mental health is really detriating again
And she doesn't even realize it
Baba suggested she went back to Glendale Adventist for more ECT
But she refused, she thinks she doesn't need it
She must of called around ten times today alone
I realize I was kinda rude to her a few times, but seriously
Your 17 year old daughter is not the person to talk to about someone at your home being arrested for smoking crack
I love her, but I really wish she could act more her age, or at least mine
And I'm just having a hard time dealing with all this
I'm so stressed out with college applications and grades and everything else
What I could really use is some support from my family
Or at least my friends
But that's another story I won't get into now
Sleep, I have church in the morning
Bleh
Song of The Entry:
Could It Be by Staind
Well I don't know what to say
Because there's truth to what you say
I know it kills you I’m this way
There's something different every day
Could It Be that
I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could It Be that
My habit is to find a place to hide
Could It Be that
Sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could It Be that
I’m only being me?
Not easy living in my mind
A little peace is hard to find
My every thought is undermined
By all the history inside
Could It Be that
I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could It Be that
My habit is to find a place to hide
Could It Be that
Sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could It Be that
I’m only being me?
I know I hear the words you said
Over and over again
I just can't get them through my head
There's just too many voices
Must be like living with the dead
Waiting for me to begin
To do the things I have said
And for this I’m sorry
So there's some truth to what you say
Could It Be that
I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could It Be that
My habit is to find a place to hide
Could It Be that
Sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could It Be that
I’m only being me?
Went to the back
Bought some stuff: Invader Zim Volume 2, The Melacholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories By Tim Burton (that's right, he has a book!), a pair of tennis shoes, and some pretty kick ass brown boots (only $20!!!)
Lots of fighting with my grandma though
Must of cried because of it three times, at least
About my "anitsocial" behavior at holidays
College
And basically all my faults
And when I started to try to be honest about how she was making me feel
She turned even more balistic on me
So I ended up spending most of the rest of the evening locked in my room, crying
What's more is that my mom's mental health is really detriating again
And she doesn't even realize it
Baba suggested she went back to Glendale Adventist for more ECT
But she refused, she thinks she doesn't need it
She must of called around ten times today alone
I realize I was kinda rude to her a few times, but seriously
Your 17 year old daughter is not the person to talk to about someone at your home being arrested for smoking crack
I love her, but I really wish she could act more her age, or at least mine
And I'm just having a hard time dealing with all this
I'm so stressed out with college applications and grades and everything else
What I could really use is some support from my family
Or at least my friends
But that's another story I won't get into now
Sleep, I have church in the morning
Bleh
Song of The Entry:
Could It Be by Staind
Well I don't know what to say
Because there's truth to what you say
I know it kills you I’m this way
There's something different every day
Could It Be that
I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could It Be that
My habit is to find a place to hide
Could It Be that
Sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could It Be that
I’m only being me?
Not easy living in my mind
A little peace is hard to find
My every thought is undermined
By all the history inside
Could It Be that
I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could It Be that
My habit is to find a place to hide
Could It Be that
Sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could It Be that
I’m only being me?
I know I hear the words you said
Over and over again
I just can't get them through my head
There's just too many voices
Must be like living with the dead
Waiting for me to begin
To do the things I have said
And for this I’m sorry
So there's some truth to what you say
Could It Be that
I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could It Be that
My habit is to find a place to hide
Could It Be that
Sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could It Be that
I’m only being me?