Look, everyone! A happy journal~
Okay, okay, okay. On Wednesday I went to see Morgan for her 18th birthday. I hadn't seen her in a year, and she's really awesome. Well, anyway, after school Josh rode with my brother and I to Morgan's house (mainly because I had no idea where it was) and we stood outside until Heather got there. We got there and one of the kids saw a guy outside with red hair. Josh turned to see the window and the boy's expression was just like... "OH MY GOD" and there were like five or six kids who ran out the door. I'm just sitting there like "... damn, how many are there?" and Josh is all "HI KIDS!" and it's all just whoa. Morgan finally comes out and we all hug her. It's a happy time. I was really going so I could see Morgan AND Brad, but Brad didn't show up and I was sad.
We went inside, Josh started spinning the midgets... uh... he got tired out so they were just sitting on everyone and being the little hyper kids that we all once were. Good times. Good times. We went out side for a while... I think I had grown attached to Bailey (4). He's just so cute <3. Next time, I'm definitely bringing my camera. We came back inside and ate pizza and watched Legend. Hehe... Unicorns. About 8:30pm, we were about to leave, and my brother is at the doorstep coming to pick me up. We take Josh home and I go home to being fussed at my mom for not telling her that the party was that day. I didn't even know! But it's okay. I'm still alive.
That was my Wednesday. 
deehedgehog
Relatives suck.
Yeah. I'm pissed off and depressed at the same time.
About a year and a half ago, my aunt decided to take my grandmother out of her home to live with her since she was getting really old and couldn't live on her own. I was fine with that.
But then a year later she just calls my mom on the phone one day to tell my mom that my grandmother is going to live with us for a while. Okay, this wouldn't be a problem if we could afford it.
See, my aunt has four bedrooms. She's living alone. Who the fuck needs four bedrooms?
Our family, on the other hand, has three bedrooms. There are now five people living in my house. And a cat. My grandmother has taken my parent's bed, my brother's in his bed, my mother is in my bed and my dad is in the only other room available. It's 11:23 now and I've got nowhere to sleep. So sure, I should be pissed off.
My aunt needs to get over whatever fucking world she's in and have some sympathy for my mother. She's already got to work, take care of the bills(which my dad doesn't help pay for), take care of us and our cat, and now she's got a new responsibility. Her mother. Why not put her in a home? People don't last long there. They figure they were unwanted and pass away rather quickly.
So yes. I'm living in an overpopulated house and it's pissing me off more and more by the second. Whatever.
God damnit.
About a year and a half ago, my aunt decided to take my grandmother out of her home to live with her since she was getting really old and couldn't live on her own. I was fine with that.
But then a year later she just calls my mom on the phone one day to tell my mom that my grandmother is going to live with us for a while. Okay, this wouldn't be a problem if we could afford it.
See, my aunt has four bedrooms. She's living alone. Who the fuck needs four bedrooms?
Our family, on the other hand, has three bedrooms. There are now five people living in my house. And a cat. My grandmother has taken my parent's bed, my brother's in his bed, my mother is in my bed and my dad is in the only other room available. It's 11:23 now and I've got nowhere to sleep. So sure, I should be pissed off.
My aunt needs to get over whatever fucking world she's in and have some sympathy for my mother. She's already got to work, take care of the bills(which my dad doesn't help pay for), take care of us and our cat, and now she's got a new responsibility. Her mother. Why not put her in a home? People don't last long there. They figure they were unwanted and pass away rather quickly.
So yes. I'm living in an overpopulated house and it's pissing me off more and more by the second. Whatever.
God damnit.
Well.. Today really sucked. I mean.. school was okay.. but I got home and I just couldn't handle it.
I got home from school and got on the computer to play The Sims 2 for a while just because it's so addicting and I have no social life outside of the internet and school.
My friend David calls me and tells me that he never wants to hear anything about someone online, but he wouldn't tell me why. Naturally, me being the black person I am, I asked what happened. He refused to tell me and then I felt kinda neglected and left out. So I log on and ask around.. apparently, someone was talking about me (my weight) to David and he hates it when I'm insulted. So yeah, I'm fat blah blah blah. I KNOW THAT. Don't just make me feel worse about it than I already do. I already can't do a lot of things..
And.. I dunno.. I just.. I'm really not as confident as I show myself in public. I don't always make jokes about myself and my weight. Every time I do it, I die a little inside. And.. I'm really sensitive about it. I fight back tears when skinny people around me say that they're fat. I just can't keep holding it back anymore.. So now I'm typing and sniffling, having a hard time seeing with teary eyes. So I'm just gonna close the entry here. I'm fucking through with life.
I got home from school and got on the computer to play The Sims 2 for a while just because it's so addicting and I have no social life outside of the internet and school.
My friend David calls me and tells me that he never wants to hear anything about someone online, but he wouldn't tell me why. Naturally, me being the black person I am, I asked what happened. He refused to tell me and then I felt kinda neglected and left out. So I log on and ask around.. apparently, someone was talking about me (my weight) to David and he hates it when I'm insulted. So yeah, I'm fat blah blah blah. I KNOW THAT. Don't just make me feel worse about it than I already do. I already can't do a lot of things..
And.. I dunno.. I just.. I'm really not as confident as I show myself in public. I don't always make jokes about myself and my weight. Every time I do it, I die a little inside. And.. I'm really sensitive about it. I fight back tears when skinny people around me say that they're fat. I just can't keep holding it back anymore.. So now I'm typing and sniffling, having a hard time seeing with teary eyes. So I'm just gonna close the entry here. I'm fucking through with life.
Hmm.. I think it's time for a little jig.
*jig*
That is all.
Oh wait. That's not all. I have a place where I'm placing all my art. So.. go there. http://kittydee.deviantart.com
Soon, I'll have my website running. You can see the new layout for it at http://dee.gunsha.com
*jig*
That is all.
Oh wait. That's not all. I have a place where I'm placing all my art. So.. go there. http://kittydee.deviantart.com
Soon, I'll have my website running. You can see the new layout for it at http://dee.gunsha.com
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