Listening to: Mr. Brightside
Its not fair! ITS NOT FAIR DAMMIT!
She said I could go if I did my chores, AND I DID! I CLEANED THE BASEMENT, I CLEANED MY ROOM! THATS WHAT MY DAMN CHORES WERE!
But does she care?! NO! BECAUSE I GET YELLED AT ANYWAYS!
I can never do anything good enough. Its never enough, I manage to ALWAYS get yelled at, always get in trouble and guess what?! If the basement isn't cleaned to her standards, who's going to get blamed.
That's right, your looking at her. (Well looking at her words, whatev)
Today was such a good day...I was having such a good day. Why does it always get ruined?!
Why am I even writing in here? No one can help me, nor do I let them. That's me. Miss stand-alone-I-can-and-will-deal-by-myself.
So why bother? Why should I rant?
That's right. I shouldn't. Because then I'll feel bad, because I honestly have a really great life, and really great friends and really...I shouldn't complain.
But...COME ON! I DID MY DAMN CHORES!! WHY IS SHE SUCH A STUPID BITCH?!
Oh and BTW, this is some thing that my friend wrote...and I thought it was kinda cool, so I'm putting it in here...&heart;
How can you run from yourself?
How can you hide from your own thoughts in mind?
How can you escape reality?
How can words mean so little?
How can words mean so much?
How can beauty be judgmental?
How can inner beauty not be seen?
How can people be so superficial?
How can love and lust get mixed up?
How can people devote themselves to ones they don't know?
How can you express yourself, when nobody's around?
How can perfection be so unreachable?
How can life be so cruel, yet incredibly gracious?
How do you erase painful memories?
How do you calm amplified emotions?
How do you sort through confusion that never ends?
How do you restrain tears that don't have a purpose?
How do feelings get put into words?
How do you stop everlasting questions?
How come 'love' is so abused?
How come temptation catches me off guard?
How come I realize my mistakes when it's too late?
How come I do, what I know I shouldn't?
How come I set standards, I know I can't reach?
How come every statement is contradictory?
How will I ever find answers to impossible questions?
How can I sit here in silence, waiting for answers?
How is it, that I find them there?
And I doubt
That I will ever find out
If there's a way to get out
Of a feeling all alone
I've been thinking
That no one's going to save me
I'll do it on my own