Sickingly Morbid.
So much. How much more can I handle? Isn’t there like a limit? When did the world become too much for the man with the globe on his back? Did he ever break his back? I need to know these things. These are the sort of things every day people need to know. Does stress weigh anything?
I hit an epiphany tonight that maybe good guys do finish last…
Maybe, the glass that was shattered on the counter, splattered with alcohol and made by accident was a sign that tonight was the night that I was to remember. That it would be my third date. That it was a continuation of Febuary 5th & Decemeber 15th. I have no right to though. People go through worst and here I am with imaginary stress problems. Problems that alot of regular-everyday people go through. And yet I think I’m special enough to not do it.
Its hard when you have family problems. But its also hard when you have friend problems too. And its hell when you have both at the same time.
My cousin got caught with drugs, got taken out of school, grounded for life, and is getting her GED. Like its a bad thing. But then to top it all off she suddenly decides she wants to get an empancipation. WTF is she thinking. Like it will solve everything. She’s going to move in with a bunch of hoodlums and get arrested or worst. She used to be the smart one… now the tables are turned. I’m the clean one. The one destined for the a life of good clean fun. Now, I don’t wanna die without scars, but I don’t wanna walk down a path that can make me lose 5 years of my life every hour I walk down it.
I’m on vacation and suddenly I’m tossed between a civil war between my sisters. Shawna [name changed] is pissed off at Abigail [another name change] because this vacation didn’t turn out the way she wanted it to. We’re in D.C. and theres a shit load of historical things and Shawna doesn’t like historical things. We’re [me included] is here for the soul purpose to visit Abigail. To have fun and such. I have had my first offical drink of alcohol. Blue “Hurricane” Baricadi. Tiz good. It makes my throat sticky but thats okay. It was fun. Tonight I felt like I needed some. So I went on my own insentive and poured myself some. I had one glass. I think that woill be fine. But tonight [May 2nd/3rd] Shawna decided that Abigail was being a bitch to her. Out of no where. WTF am i supposed to do about it? I want to say “Hey Abigail, stop pissing Shawna off” or I could say “Shawna. Shut the fuck up.” I wish I could. I have a soul. Dammit.
Then my friends. I love my friends. They keep my sane. They make me want to leap for joy. I would take bullets for these people. How the hell do they keep up with me? How the hell do they manage not to get pissed off or annoyed at the sight of me? Everytime I see them the sun becomes somewhat brighter and my heart skips a beat.
But when something goes wrong between Nina and Serenity, I have to be the one in the middle. Its never me vs. Nina or Me vs. Serenity. [Yet again, another name change... notice the pattern?] I almost hate this. Yet I don’t at the same time. I don’t argue with them because it hits me that if I say something wrong then they have the ability to leave at any given moment. I can’t do that. I wish I could. But I dove head first into the water and is stuck, surviving on air bubbles [like the old sega sonic game]. I love it. My whole being thrives on these people.
Nina is getting to the point of our friendship where she finds she can joke around. For the most part, this excites me. We’re getting used to our skin coming in contact with each other. I like that. But now she feels as if she can hit me where I find sensitive. But she doesn’t know that… Should I tell her? Should I tell her that I really do try at getting the grades I get? I like my B’s. I really do. I’m an A B kinda gal. But i’m also a lets-take-average-classes-because-advanced-classes-will-break-your-bones. So I try to stay away from the whole bone breaking. They [Nina & Serenity] frown upon the average classes.
Serenity. God shes really something. She’s always there. She’s an amazing person. She’s gorgeous, smart, mean, and thats exactly what I need. But when her heart longs for another and her life line depends on it… I have an issue. I get liking someone. Hell i’ve likes the same guy for almost 6 years. I’M FUKIN 17! Somethings wrong with me. But… she’s liked this guy for quite a while [since November at least]. She’s all wrapped up. She’s constantly with him. And I hate it. Yeah I’m a jealous sort of person and I accept this. [1st step to solving a problem is to admit to having a problem right?]. But is it wrong to just want a best friend? I don’t want the zombie remains. I want full frontal, there-in-the face best friend that if we shared blood type or had like O or AB or whichever blood was the ultimate donor would help with a blood transfution. I’m expecting too much. And I’m grateful for what I have. I love her.
And then there are the stupid ones. The prototype, sterotypicial whores that go around wrapping their legs around anyone they can. And not litterally sadly. From my knowledge [at which i'm probably wrong because its me] for the most part, some of them are virgins, and like… one isn’t. They seriously think that if they don’t have a boyfriend the world will get hit by some ginormous atom bomb and die. Yeah, lets live in the moment, have fun, meet new people, be players. But theres a difference between having fun and making your life out of it. It should be a law, written down and everything, you can’t say I Love You under six months and truely mean it. Six months for a teenager is really something. I shitload can happen in six months. Over night even, but six months, phew. Lucky to be alive in six months. I don’t know these people, because they bore me with the same drama over and over again. Now it would be one thing to like get shot in the face and live then to get a rumor spread that you have a slight chance of having syphalis. O Wow! Syphalis eh? Last week I had Mad Cow Disease. Heeee. Damn bitches never know when to give up. They must always have an arm decoration and enertainment. Maybe this week we can have a pregnancy scare then the following week discover that the baby might not be my boyfriends. Hell I’m the virgin Mary. God fuked me over. Six months. Is that really too much to ask?
Then theres April. April, back in the day, used to be one spectacular girl. She was my sanity keeper. The ulimate one. If I didn’t know better, I would have shot someone for her. But when my mom decides to up and leave, taking me with her, a river starts to form. A river that would carve into the earth and eventually make a canyon. I was sent into a world the sun seemed to never shine and there was constant thunder storms. Today I realize years that I had her was just a time user. Yeah, I wouldn’t be who I am without her. But she turned out to be a 2month-I-love-you kind a person. And I HATE that. Maybe one day I’ll be that way and become far more hypocritical then I am now. But for now. I’m shouting across the grand canyon, wasting air, wasting my life, and time trying to get her attention. I’m trying. I really am. My arms are getting tired. I’m done waving and shouting and crying and such. She’ll miss me.
Okay so now that my friends and family problems are out, I should continue. I have school problems too. hahahahaha. You know you love to hear me vent. WTF is this site for anyways. Venting duh. Maybe it should be called Ventpress.com fuk if i know.
I hate having two math classes and a science. Band is just gay. So the whole day is for shit. Nina, Serenity, and [the newest member of the list] Damian. Heee, its great how much that name goes with him. He’s sweet and cuddley on the outside but hes sickingly morbid on the inside. But hes great. But anyways…. Yeah I have straight B’s, with one A… in band. How sick is that? My lunch buddy has been out; she lost her father, almost two weeks ago and hasn’t returned. Chem and Algebra sucks without her. Is it greedy to want her to come to school to give her a hug? We exchanged papers and we’d copy off each other. But since she’s been gone… things just havent been the same. I didn’t realize how much I liked her being in my presense until she was gone for a week sometime in like… January or something. Now she’s gone and I’m gone and I havent seen her. Chem is super hard. He gives me the fukin answers and stuff and yet I cant get it. Alegbra is sort-ish easy. I get math easy but I’m not good at it… if that makes any sense at all. [Use your imagination and try to understand]. I’m doing geometry too. Your supposed to do geometry first, but no, i’m doing both at the damn same time. I just want to be done with school. After high school, i’m going to college for 4 years to get a litterature and teaching degree. [I've come to a conclusion that I wanna do high school kids. How much fun would it be to pick on high school kids XD]. But i have to survive high school first. How the hell am I supposed to have the will strength to do this? I don’t understand. Is this like a sign?
I have personal issues that run through and through and no matter who is there, what anyone says, anything i or anyone else does… it’ll always remain that way.
The epiphany is that: I am alone in this world. Alone in my not-depressed-and-yet-crazily-fuked-up world.
