When people ask me how am i doing, how is my day or how did my day go, i have no choice but to lie. i mean if i really tell them how am i doing they might think that i am some kind of problem child, living in a broken home with no where to go and no one to turn to. (( as if that was a lie )). i hate this! i mean, what else am i suppose to do. who else am i suppose to turn to? none of my friends really care, my parents don't give a crap anyway for they are mainly the ones that are causing the problem in the freaking first place. Today i made a getaway bag just in case they ever pushed me to the point to where i'll run. things have gotten so much out of control that i have no friends because my dad has scared them all away, and i'm not allowed to go out of the house without either of my parents following me. i mean where will i go besides angela's house? God! Parents these days!
pupssica · Sat Dec 03, 2005 @ 09:51pm · 1 Comments |