What-the-hell-ever.
Im trying to be positive but im done. I HATE being here and Im not having fun anymore.
When I was really little and everything was going wrong with my family I used to fantasize that my dad was actually alive and he would come back and rescue me. Ive found that when you live your life without something, you start to envy the things that everyone else would find horrible. I used to envy the kids you see on t.v. or the books I would read where their parents were divorced. It seemed almost adventerous that they had two lives, and when one life wasnt working, they could have a break and join the other. In a family where I became accustomed to feeling like an outsider it was nice to dream of a place where you had two parents who loved you so much they would fight over you. I know its extremely naive, and I know with every part of me that my mom loves me beyond any measure. I guess what Im trying to say is that Ive always felt a little lost. Ive always felt a little left of centre to everyone else.
Ive grown out of the fantasy. I know that he really is gone and that this is my life and I am grateful for what I have. I guess Ive just never truly gave up on the idea of being saved. As independent as I perceive myself to be, when things get rough I always find myself hoping that someone will come and take it all away for me. Even when I realize in the past that Ive always saved myself.
And I dont want to seem ungrateful, because I am. I just wish I could always be surronded by the people that make me happy. I love my friends from school - honestly, just talking to them once and awhile brightens up my whole day.
Its silly because the more time that goes by, the more anxious I get. And you hear all the words of advice of how it "comes to you when youre not looking" or it "comes to you only when you are truly happy with yourself", but it feels like time is breaking me down.
What is wrong with me?
"They say what tears you down, it can only build you up stronger"
1 month to go <3
When I was really little and everything was going wrong with my family I used to fantasize that my dad was actually alive and he would come back and rescue me. Ive found that when you live your life without something, you start to envy the things that everyone else would find horrible. I used to envy the kids you see on t.v. or the books I would read where their parents were divorced. It seemed almost adventerous that they had two lives, and when one life wasnt working, they could have a break and join the other. In a family where I became accustomed to feeling like an outsider it was nice to dream of a place where you had two parents who loved you so much they would fight over you. I know its extremely naive, and I know with every part of me that my mom loves me beyond any measure. I guess what Im trying to say is that Ive always felt a little lost. Ive always felt a little left of centre to everyone else.
Ive grown out of the fantasy. I know that he really is gone and that this is my life and I am grateful for what I have. I guess Ive just never truly gave up on the idea of being saved. As independent as I perceive myself to be, when things get rough I always find myself hoping that someone will come and take it all away for me. Even when I realize in the past that Ive always saved myself.
And I dont want to seem ungrateful, because I am. I just wish I could always be surronded by the people that make me happy. I love my friends from school - honestly, just talking to them once and awhile brightens up my whole day.
Its silly because the more time that goes by, the more anxious I get. And you hear all the words of advice of how it "comes to you when youre not looking" or it "comes to you only when you are truly happy with yourself", but it feels like time is breaking me down.
What is wrong with me?
"They say what tears you down, it can only build you up stronger"
1 month to go <3
