I guess I wish I could say that everything is just
HUNKY FREAKIN' DORY. but I'm pretty sure its not.
I have no idea whats going on in my brain which tells me all those stupid bad thoughts.
Like, for example, I havent been having the best end to my week, and so I cried Thursday morning, Friday morning-bawled my eyes out for just about an hour-and Saturday morning. And its ALL THANKS TO MY STUPID WAY OF THINKING. ughhh. :P
I think, band has to do with it. I push my self to do the best I can-iff not, I try even harder-and I think its taking a toll on me...
Well, that and my family...I don't know why I am the way I am, but I'm the "quiet one" in the family. The "Fed Ex" in the gang. And its really, really frustrating when my freaking sister and brothers always talk over me, always interrupt one of my stories, for something they just HAPPENED TO REMEMBER RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FLIPPING STORY. and I know I'm no genuis story teller...and usually they are rather pointless, BUT YOU DONT NEED TO POINT IT OUT EVERY FREAKIN TIME I GET OFF TOPIC! thanks! but I dont really want your stupid side comments about my story telling ablities.
AND DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT BRINGING UP FREAKIN DJ. D:< ughhhhhhhh.
sometimes.
I just want to curl up and cry...and sometimes, thats what ends up happening...orrr, I end up breaking down THREE days in a row, and I'm just stupid.
I hate myself.
I hate the way I think.
I hate the way I act.
I hate the way I can't do any thing right.
I hate the way nobody cares.
I hate the way I can barely do anything to even please myself.
I hate the way I can't even believe anyone when they tell me otherwise.
I. hate. this. all.
You think I should just quit...? I don't even know how to handle this...and its not like your going to respond to me anyways... :(
soo
How About Life; As A Depressed, Boy Troubled Girl...?
who really knows...?
we had this band competition yesterday, and percussion didnt even place. we got like 4th outta 6th..? ugh.
AND WE WORK SO FLIPPIN' HARD. its not even funny.
and boys. how they make life just
THAT much moooore complex.
I donno. I like Seth H...still...kinda...?
And because I havent been able to talk to T.J. until very recently, its just making things...not easy. like all the drummers are there...and cuz Seth is apart of the line, I donno. I guess I get close to him during marching season, and then I'm supposed to have like this "kinda your boyfriend...but not really, cuz we're not old enough, and it'd be hard on us anyways..." And its just...blah. I really like them both. can that be the end of the story...? the part where you say..."kaay bye." and the story just ENDS.
but WHO KNOWS. maybe neither of them will like me...OHWELL, ITS NOT LIKE THEY PROBABLY CARED ANYWAYS...ughhh. I really gotta stop with that huh..? poop.
hmm. okeydokey pokey. ao, theres this thing going on in my chest, and I thought it was asthma, and something having to do with stress...but its not. I have to go to a cardologist about it... :P and it kidna scares me sometimes...cuz like at Foothill-the band competition on Saturday-it was really, really hurting...and ughh. I thought I was going to die. It only hurt that badly one other time before pe, I was starting to get dressed, and then...
BAM. hello! good after noon! and I started
crying it hurt so badly.
it SUCKED. It really SUCKED. -.-'
I kinda didn't mean for this post to turn out so...negative...but it just did. :( sorry guys.
so ya. Theres my depressed/boy trouble post.
G'Night Everyone.
Sweet Dreams.
<3, Coco.