The weekend & week was full of being mad at someone, hating my life, and crying.
I made my dad mad. And then he told my mom and I got yelled at. When I get yelled at I cry. And talking about certain things makes me cry. Or I feel like killing myself or something. Or the person.
Hating my life? Tbh, I've always hated my life. As long as I can remember. Sure, I smile, I laugh, I make friends, but I bottle my feelings up inside. I don't tell anyone. And hating my life won't ever stop. I know it won't. There are points that I say I love it, but that lasts, what? 5 freakin' minutes?!
Being mad? Ohh. I'm still mad. But today was good. I went shopping. I'm turning into a girly girl. :O Not sure if that's good or not but I like being like this. And what I like, matters.
I jsut wanted to say this, I WILL NOT GIVE MY BABY UP.
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