I'm an arse... 31 May 2011 8:49 PM
by SJb123 on May 31, 2011I don’t know what to do anymore. I mean really, it’s actually starting to scare me now. I am getting really angry these days, and the anger always builds up inside of me and makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs. It’s actually quite creepy. I mean, really1 I had to ask to go to the bathroom today because I was feeling so angry and I felt like if I didn’t get up and walk or move or run, I would have exploded right there and then. I just want this poster to be perfect. I know it sounds stupid of me to get angry about something so stupid, but it really means a lot to me. (sigh) I hate how things can make people feel like I was feeling today, I mean really, is it really necessary? URGH!
And I mean sure, I had a great day, I did well in art, I had two people talk to me that were actually fun to talk to, I had someone call me cool today, and then this stupid poster thing comes up. Honestly I hate it1 I mean, I just completely messed it up and it was supposed to be amazing to show all the teachers how much I knew about good music. I hear that Dylan gets mentioned in the staff room like, 10 times a day, and I bet it’s because he knows good music. How many times would I get mentioned??? NONE! I probably don’t even enter their minds! URGH!
It’s okay though, because in the end I know what is right, and I get to listen to my music without anybody interrupting me, and I get to enjoy it! You know why I get to enjoy it? Because it is my life, and I love it with all my heart. Of course I’ll bet that none of the teachers know that, just because I’m not as outgoing as Dylan is. (sigh) I just hate how some things can be so cruel.
Maybe I’m being stupid though. Maybe I am just a complete idiot for actually caring what they think about my personality. If they were meant to know what goes on with me, and what I enjoy, they will when the time is right. In the wise words of The Beatles, “Let it be.”
In the end, I will probably never get noticed, but you know what, I have had many moments of glory, and I have had many great times. I’m just such an arse for even complaining about this kind of stuff.
It’s just that… Nobody likes me. You see, I’m not like any of the other girls. I’m not pretty, and I’m not fun, and I don’t have anything in common with the girls. I have things in common with the boys, and that is why they don’t like me, they just want to be my friend because I am the only girl that they can talk to properly. Well, I guess I’m just being cocky now. But it’s true about the me not being pretty or fun, or funny, or smart or anything part.
I hate my mom. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.
I know people would think that I really love her on the inside, but those people would be wrong. They don’t have to live with her. They don’t understand how she acts, and what she does, and how she thinks and how she drinks and how she is able to traumatise animals and friends and family. Well, that’s what she does!
Now that I think about it, if I didn’t have my music, I doubt I would be able to cope with life. I mean seriously, the music is what keeps me going, the music is what stops me from being completely depressed, it’s all because of the music that I am, to this day, sane.
Everybody makes jokes about how I insult my dad. I hate it when they do that. They don’t understand. I mean, I know they are joking. I love my dad, and I have hurt him in so many ways, it actually scares me. I have hurt him, and I know it. I hate myself. I’m just as bad as any person I dislike. When I think about how much I have hurt my dad, how many times I have been so rude and acted so horribly towards him, I just… I really just want to burst out in tears. I’m so happy nobody watches me at night before I go to sleep in my home, because I’d hate for people to know that I cry practically every night.
The things I do.
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