Now let me tell the story of why I am depressed. What should we call it? I am not very good with titles....
The Family of Death
I woke early that morning, sometime arount 9 am, to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I showered as usual and made my way into the kitchen. This was no ordinary day. This was a day that even hell looked good to me.
My mother had always been the controlling bitch that we all have come to love. Yesterday was the exception. I am the outcast. The black sheep if you will. I am the daughter that does everything wrong with her life.
I walked in the room and asked my mother a question. There was no reply. She acted if thought see couldn't see me. A ghost was now residing in the room that once was her eldest daughter's. I walked over to my grandmother's house. My aunt, cousins, and grandparents were there. I began speaking and no replies. I asked my grandmother a question and she began talking to my aunt about something of no concern yet at that time it seemed like the most important thing to her. I am a ghost that no one will talk to.
I have now learned that their favorite thing to do all day is sit around and talk about me. Why do they have to discuss my life? Why am I their daily gossip? Even my own mother, the person who I except to stand up for me, is involved in the talk. She probably was the one who started it. She does it at work. Yes my mother and I work at the same place. I fucked up on that one!
I am the rebel with a cause . Now I laugh to myself. My family told me that quiting my job, that I only make about 35,000 a year, to go to college is a very stupid idea. THE BITCH CALLED ME STUPID! Oh and the word slut was also involved. HAHAH I am a slut b/c of my photos. Something I refer to as art has made me a slut in my mother's eyes. Journaliam is a very wonderful degree so she ca fuck off!
I SAY FUCK THAT! FUCK THEM ALL!
Now to the part I like:
I need a place to go...a beautiful place. Not in this state. Far far far far away from all of them. If I am a freak to them then this freak will leave. I actually like who I am. I don't pretend to be something that I am not. I am not preppy. I am not country. I am not stupid!!!!!!
Well you guys...I hope you all are having a good day!I love you all! KISSES!
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The Family of Death
I woke early that morning, sometime arount 9 am, to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I showered as usual and made my way into the kitchen. This was no ordinary day. This was a day that even hell looked good to me.
My mother had always been the controlling bitch that we all have come to love. Yesterday was the exception. I am the outcast. The black sheep if you will. I am the daughter that does everything wrong with her life.
I walked in the room and asked my mother a question. There was no reply. She acted if thought see couldn't see me. A ghost was now residing in the room that once was her eldest daughter's. I walked over to my grandmother's house. My aunt, cousins, and grandparents were there. I began speaking and no replies. I asked my grandmother a question and she began talking to my aunt about something of no concern yet at that time it seemed like the most important thing to her. I am a ghost that no one will talk to.
I have now learned that their favorite thing to do all day is sit around and talk about me. Why do they have to discuss my life? Why am I their daily gossip? Even my own mother, the person who I except to stand up for me, is involved in the talk. She probably was the one who started it. She does it at work. Yes my mother and I work at the same place. I fucked up on that one!
I am the rebel with a cause . Now I laugh to myself. My family told me that quiting my job, that I only make about 35,000 a year, to go to college is a very stupid idea. THE BITCH CALLED ME STUPID! Oh and the word slut was also involved. HAHAH I am a slut b/c of my photos. Something I refer to as art has made me a slut in my mother's eyes. Journaliam is a very wonderful degree so she ca fuck off!
I SAY FUCK THAT! FUCK THEM ALL!
Now to the part I like:
I need a place to go...a beautiful place. Not in this state. Far far far far away from all of them. If I am a freak to them then this freak will leave. I actually like who I am. I don't pretend to be something that I am not. I am not preppy. I am not country. I am not stupid!!!!!!
Well you guys...I hope you all are having a good day!I love you all! KISSES!
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I understand though.. my parents aint really that happy about my choices too.. my dad aint really that happy about when i did some modeling and just with my photogrpahy and such.. i am just creative and pretty much like to do what i like to do and not my fault they aint happy with it.. not doing this for anyone else but myself.
Stay strong jenn
hey i never did show you my puppy ehh....