When it rains, it pours, doesn't it?
EVERYONE is bugging me about scholarships. EVERYONE. I have no choice but to go to college, and of course I'm going, but people just WON'T get off my BACK. Scholarships this, have you signed up for that, you're going to miss this, surprise everyone and do it for once.
I'm so SICK of people telling me what to do. Angie got on my back for a while, then my dad, now my grandma. They will NOT leave me ALONE about it! *sigh*
And my mom? Don't even get me STARTED on her. She lied to us twice in the past two weeks about seeing John, she ditched my aunt and uncle one weekend to see him and ditched my sister the other weekend, leaving her with NO RIDE HOME. What a mom.
I'm just SO frustrated. All of this frustration has taken me to extreme measures, and I just can't seem to relieve any of this stress. The shit just never stops, nor gets better.
And Mike. Don't even get me started on HIM either. He asked me out again, (for the fourth time), and I want to see him and hang out with him, but I know that I will fall in love with him again. Heck, I'm already in love with him, I just can't get out. I know he's bad for me, but he's so hard to let go of, too.
I have marks all over my arms, and I have taken to wearing long sleeves. I don't cut myself... I've just really taken to snapping my wrists with rubber bands. It seems to help, I don't know, but I do it so much I don't even feel it anymore. I even have bite marks on my arms, in addition to unintended scratches from other things. My arms are a war zone.
*shakes head*
I don't really know what I'm doing anymore. I'm going crazy.
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