Author's Note: Avoiding studying for AP exams so I may be coming out with
a lot of random shit for the next few days. Hope you don't mind. Oh and
please review.
I lay on my bed starting at the ceiling. My ceiling has those bumps on them. I've heard them called various things. Some say it's called a popcorn ceiling. Other say it resembles cottage cheese. I just say it's damn ugly.
I'm ridiculously bored which is foreign to me. I mean sure everyone gets bored now and then, but I'll usually go shopping or tanning when I have nothing to do. It eases me and helps calm my nerves. Speaking of which, my nerves have been totally out of whack lately, and therefore I have gone shopping a lot and currently own more shit than I know what to do with. Most people would be rolling their eyes and thinking about how spoiled I am. They would think I am a brat for complaining that I have too much stuff, but those people are idiots. They have no idea what the hell they are talking about.
Sometimes after the hired help leave at night, and I am sitting in this mansion completely alone, I pray that something will happen to make my dad be home more often. I am so goddamn lonely, and I hate my stepmother for taking my dad away from me. Before he married her, he was around. Sure he was upset because of Mom, but he was still here. I wouldn't even mind if he yelled at me and took my credit card away. I'd just like to not feel so alone in the world.
I spend a lot of time at the Cohen's. I think it's because I imagine I am part of their family. The fact that I date Seth is beyond the point. His parents are great, and he is a dork for not realizing it. I just want to scream out at the top of my lungs that he needs to wake up and realize Kirsten and Sandy are awesome. Maybe if I wasn't too afraid of what people think, I would. Of course if I didn't care, I also wouldn't be afraid to kiss Seth at school. HelHell I don't even acknowledge the kid. I wish he would call out on it. That way I'd be forced to be brave or lose him. Unless I am made to make a decision, I don't. I am weak, and I always will be unless something drastic changes. Something like my dad coming home and paying attention to me, and I know that will never happen. Instead I will waste my life away drinking to forget how I disappoint myself.
~FIN~
I lay on my bed starting at the ceiling. My ceiling has those bumps on them. I've heard them called various things. Some say it's called a popcorn ceiling. Other say it resembles cottage cheese. I just say it's damn ugly.
I'm ridiculously bored which is foreign to me. I mean sure everyone gets bored now and then, but I'll usually go shopping or tanning when I have nothing to do. It eases me and helps calm my nerves. Speaking of which, my nerves have been totally out of whack lately, and therefore I have gone shopping a lot and currently own more shit than I know what to do with. Most people would be rolling their eyes and thinking about how spoiled I am. They would think I am a brat for complaining that I have too much stuff, but those people are idiots. They have no idea what the hell they are talking about.
Sometimes after the hired help leave at night, and I am sitting in this mansion completely alone, I pray that something will happen to make my dad be home more often. I am so goddamn lonely, and I hate my stepmother for taking my dad away from me. Before he married her, he was around. Sure he was upset because of Mom, but he was still here. I wouldn't even mind if he yelled at me and took my credit card away. I'd just like to not feel so alone in the world.
I spend a lot of time at the Cohen's. I think it's because I imagine I am part of their family. The fact that I date Seth is beyond the point. His parents are great, and he is a dork for not realizing it. I just want to scream out at the top of my lungs that he needs to wake up and realize Kirsten and Sandy are awesome. Maybe if I wasn't too afraid of what people think, I would. Of course if I didn't care, I also wouldn't be afraid to kiss Seth at school. HelHell I don't even acknowledge the kid. I wish he would call out on it. That way I'd be forced to be brave or lose him. Unless I am made to make a decision, I don't. I am weak, and I always will be unless something drastic changes. Something like my dad coming home and paying attention to me, and I know that will never happen. Instead I will waste my life away drinking to forget how I disappoint myself.
~FIN~