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It pisses me the fuck off that this is what the world has come down to. Drugs, sex, and broken marriages. One of my best friends is falling apart because of it. It pisses me the fuck off.
If I had that much faith left I'd believe the apocalypse was coming.
I fucking hate everything. Is my family the only happy one on the face of the earth? Am I an emotional liability to my parents because I, living in a completely different era than what they know, can't help but lose it when I hear about this shit? I know my father doesn't take me seriously. He's a good man, I love him, but he just doesn't take me seriously. He's still in the 60's. When I yell and scream about the kind of scum that are allowed to live these days, he tells me to calm down and be happy. How am I supposed to be happy when everyone else is completely shattered?
I punched a guy at school last week because he was annoying me. It felt good. I'm not sorry. If I had run him over with my mom's car, I wouldn't have been sorry either.
On the plus side, I have an absolutely beautiful dress to wear to the NETC, to which I am disembarking on the 16th and shall return the 19th. It's burgundy/garnet colored with sparkles, ruching up the sides of my waist, floor-length, halter top, and a little ruffle in the back that goes down from my butt to the hem of the dress like a pretty ruffly tail. *squee* I'm happy because it fits me perfectly and looks amazing. Mom's happy because it only cost her $60. The benefits of buying what amounts to a prom gown when it's not actually prom season. I'll take some pictures at the conference and post them up here when I have the time.
If I had that much faith left I'd believe the apocalypse was coming.
I fucking hate everything. Is my family the only happy one on the face of the earth? Am I an emotional liability to my parents because I, living in a completely different era than what they know, can't help but lose it when I hear about this shit? I know my father doesn't take me seriously. He's a good man, I love him, but he just doesn't take me seriously. He's still in the 60's. When I yell and scream about the kind of scum that are allowed to live these days, he tells me to calm down and be happy. How am I supposed to be happy when everyone else is completely shattered?
I punched a guy at school last week because he was annoying me. It felt good. I'm not sorry. If I had run him over with my mom's car, I wouldn't have been sorry either.
On the plus side, I have an absolutely beautiful dress to wear to the NETC, to which I am disembarking on the 16th and shall return the 19th. It's burgundy/garnet colored with sparkles, ruching up the sides of my waist, floor-length, halter top, and a little ruffle in the back that goes down from my butt to the hem of the dress like a pretty ruffly tail. *squee* I'm happy because it fits me perfectly and looks amazing. Mom's happy because it only cost her $60. The benefits of buying what amounts to a prom gown when it's not actually prom season. I'll take some pictures at the conference and post them up here when I have the time.
