|
Great....I have no home... |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Alright, it's official....I'm pissed off. This is ******** annoying. Moving around so god damn much and now...heh...now I live with my Grandma Julie? How the ******** did that happen?! I was happy here, at..."home"? No, not home. This house. It can't be a home. It never is. Not when you know the year following you'll be gone. Never home. Not when you move every year, or every other year. No. In a sense, I'm homeless. I think that term is used incorrectly. Homeless should be when you have no home. The other thing should be houseless. Or apartmentless. Either way, I'm homeless. Tch. This is ******** aggrivating. When everyday, you walk home, waiting, constantly, until the weekend when you can go..."home" and see your baby sister and feel comfortable and safe...but crowded. And when you get to the other house, my grandmas house, feel lonely, but thats comforting in it's own way. For instance, no one bothers you when you read and listen to music until a certain douche bag, Zack, comes home. I can't wait until my 5 years are up and I actually have a chance to find a home. No, I will never have a childhood home, but I could have a home nontheless. At the same time I'm longing for that...I don't want to have to leave Alexis and Mom. Childish, yes. But for now, that's okay. My only worry is how I'm going to handle that. Leaving. Sure, I've done it plenty of times before, and for a lot mre people. But not to my baby sister. Oh, wait! Yes I have! I'm doing it now! ********! I hate this! I wish I had no brain, that god had just plucked it right out of my skull. This wouldnt have been a problem...I wouldnt have been a problem....but look. Apparently, I'm smart...Ha! I wish they could see the things that go through this giant lump of meat in my head. It sure as hell ain't math! Adults are so god damn gullable. Oh well. Keeps me in the clear, but pisses everyone else off. ******** them! They can't play "innocent angel" in front of their "elders" thats not my ******** problem! I find this mask quite comfortable. But, it's even more so when I can take it off. Show my true face, no matter how ugly it may be. But, I find it less easier to do so. Why? I have no ******** clue. But it bugs me. This mask is getting tighter. Soon, I may not be able to pry it off. Hopefully, I'd be able to get a crow bar for that. ^-^ Comment pplz!
 Katqueen2 · Sun Sep 14, 2008 @ 06:28am · 1 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
