Explode

Everything is so dirty. No one cleans. NO ONE. Its so fucking unfair. I'm the one thats supposed to clean everything. I am not the only one that lives here. I clean, shortly after its dirty, again. Whats the fucking point? Especially when NO ONE helps me. Fuck living here.

Douchbagedness

I don't mean to come off or act that way..but I don't like to be insulted, yelled at or told what to do. Honestly, who does? It bothers the fuck out of me. Even if you are close family. I am going to college and doing what I need to do. I am not an alcoholic or a drug addict. But I'll stop when I please. So basically: My choices, my consequences. DUH.

PS-$109 for ONE class at Citrus. WOOT -_-

Another flashing chance at bliss..

I've found it harder and harder to get my thoughts down lately. I love to just vent. And get what I feel out..into solid visible words. I find it difficult to stay on one..idea..thought..feeling...I cannot stop listening to The Doors. Jim Morrison fascinates me. I can be completely sober and just get the fucking chills listening to his words. This summer has been short. But I've done much. College is around the corner and then begins..all sorts of changes..though I hope. Must grow out of this.."codependency"? Ruining myself. I have wants. Just need some direction..inspiration..will power..instruction? Argghhh. Let's see how well this fall goes.

PS-Learning guitar, its happening.