okay so here is the deal, i figure i can write whatever i want because no one is ever likly to see this.....and even if they did they wouldnt know me so.......okay, i am reaching my late teens and my life sucks....but its not what you are thinking, its not the usual me against the world shite(been there-done that) its kinda like.....well its as if the world it capturing me into a spiral and its getting bigger and i cant get out.
okay so problem number one.......my "friends"lets call them friend O and friend P..........well recently me two best friends started seeing people, but thats fine we all still go out, and even thow i am not seeing anyone its not weird, but it does meen that nights like this i am stuck in the shitty house by myself, and when ever i do see friend O she wants to get smashed, now as shit as it will make me sound i dont mind dropping an E or two.....and dont get me wrong i love to get stoned.....but its like ALL THE TIME >i at least want to remember some of my life thank you V. much< and whenever i see friend P its like nuthing has changedwith us xept me and him never get time alone to talk..................just to let you all know, i dont "like" any of them in that way, and couldnt ever.....we are like family.
so second problem, PARENTS........well i am seventeen so i think enough said on that one. i figure if anyone actually does EVER read this then you will be bored now so..............
third problem, work..............ough work, a part time shitty job 3HOURS A DAY, i have like NO money one week after i get paid :(
and last but not least(well for now)................my sexuality, now i am not one who is bothered with this type of thing...........well as far as it stands i am bisexual, i feel like i cant make up my mind, one minute i think i am in love with my sister best friend*yea i know* and the next i wana pounce on the 16 year old coke head that i am suposidly friends with......or the guy at work that sends mixed messages....................cant believe i quit smoking last week!!!!
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