I’m so sick and tired of living at home. Can’t I go to college yet? I mean, a lot of people look at me and go, You have nothing to complain about. Your parents are happily married, You don’t have any siblings to drive you crazy. Your grades are above average, and you’re a talented girl.

As far as that BS goes, YOU live with my parents for years by yourself. I have a verbally agressive dad that has one of the most closed up minds that I’ve ever seen. I have a mom who is depressed for no fucking reason. As far as the rest of that, grades are a matter of luck. I have to work my ass off for those fuckers. Talent? That’s such a general statement. It’s full of shit too. Sure, I’m good at a few things, but that’s not talent. Talent is Bach, Mozart, Shakespeare, Galileo. Not me. Nope.

In fact, can I just move in with my principal, she is more of a mom than my own mother. I want to hurt myself. I wish to die. I was only afraid of death for one day. That was the day that I first completely realized what it was. Now, in fact, it  almost comforts me. -_-