I hate every moment of my life, though by now, I should be used to it. There's no use complaining about it, I guess. They say other people are worse off, but they say that to everybody. When you think about it, it doesn't make any sense because everybody has different problems, so really, how can someone be worse off than someone else?
Now, I'm rambling. I never make any sense, which is what my mom tells me. That's about ALL she tells me, when she even talks to me. She's usually either at work or out with her friends. Whatever. It's her life. She's got to have some way to deal with my dad being out of the picture. He's probably in Hawaii or somewhere, not dealing with us.
Why am I even writing stuff down? The only time I write anything is at school. Yeah, don't get me started on that.
This is pointless. I'm just going to throw this paper away.