Adolescent problems.
17:26 Jun 10 2009
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My head's spinning, in the past two days, I've found out I'm moving, fought with my best friend & boyfriend, & much worse my parents have so lovingly sentenced me to a college credit summer school! God, it's the plot of a crappy adolescent novel, worst part is this is a book I can't shut & throw in a trash can, because well, it's unrealistic to be able to alter the path of my life just by throwing away a book. Anyway, my life isn't all that bad I'm just whining but I'm so angry! I mean all of these decisions were made for me! I had no say or choice.
Yesterday, I spent four hours at my new house, meeting the neighbours, they seem nice enough. They're not like the snooty people who surround me now, they're much more family friendly. Honestly, that's just code for I'm not going to fit in with their kids. I mean it was like walking into a fifty's black and white film all smiles and perfection. The kids were well goody goody drones, to be honest my family isn't like any of our new neighnours. We aren't church-goers, we don't eat dinner together let alone talk to one another openly! I honestly think the whole reason my parents are forcing us to move to such a 'Brady Bunch' setting is to try to get our family to comform to these people's insane way of life!
Unfortunately, I have turned to my journal as a last resort considering the fact M & Z are giving me the cold shoulder. I mean Z I really couldn't care much, do to the fact, that's just how guys are well most boys. But, M's always been there for me whether she was angry or not. She was like the first person I told the news too.... after I finished throwing my pathetic fit. I don't really want to write much about this subject because the more I write about it, the more depressing the thought is. & honestly I feel like wallowing in some ice cream right now.
Summer school will be okay I guess, I mean if I act good enough maybe my parents will take mercy on me & let me take a literature or poetry class. I seriously do not want to take two math classes, as if my math teacher from my school year didn't piss me off enough?!?! They want me to spend another two months in a classroom with a dusty math book, math geeks, & a teachers who's probably as ancient as fire. I mean really in all my years of being a decent pupil all of my math teachers have been on the verge of death. I mean honestly the youngest one I had was like fifty-one. Oh well, I don't really care, but in the end, I'll still have to go so I may as well paste on a smile & hide the scars.
Yes, in fact that may be the only way I'll be able to survive this summer, force a smile & swallow what little pride this cruel world has left me with. Honestly, I'm sort of expecting for me to have some sort of emotional break down half way through, but then again I'm not that weak. & I've been forcing smiles and laughs since I was a kid for my parents & their friends, so I guess I can make i through, hopefully.
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