This is a log of my memoirs, although sometimes I forget to write; or is it that I do not want to remember. I write when I'm feeling sad, I write when I'm feeling happy. I always write. It is a passion, and a part of who I am.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
life is just ...
Miserable... thats the word... miserable. My life is just... miserable. I don't know what to do or say. really. I mean... I may sound emo but... I don't care... My parents don't understand me... no... really they don't. I can't trust them or at least I don't feel that I have the freedom to trust them. I feel lonely, depressed, I just can't explain how many feelings at once I feel ( I know I may sound redundant but oh well!). In three days I will be 18... woohooo! ... I guess.. I don't feel 18, I feel older, I act older, etc., etc., etc. *laughs* I wish ... I've wished... that sometimes I'd have someone to talk to... to tell how I feel. I write... a lot... and that is how I express my feelings. But, sometimes, writting, doesn't help much at all. Sometimes, at night... when I feel BAD, DEPRESSED, LONELY, you name it.... writting is not enough and I need someone... Why do I feel like this? I ask myself...there's so much I have to say, but no one is there to hear me...
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