| | Spent Friday night in my room, listening to Third Eye Blind and making/gathering artsy shit to tape to my walls. (Everything from a wish spell to System Of A Down lyrics to a red paper heart torn in half.) And somehow my friends wound up getting invited to New Year's Eve parties and I didn't. Happy fucking New Year.
And I can't believe it's already 2005...I miss the '80s...even though I wasn't there for most of them...okay, so I was born in '88. I should be spending adolescence in the '80s. Gotta be better than here...
Sometimes I wish I hadn't been diagnosed. My parents freak out every time I go to my room and listen to music to chill out. They freak, just because I want to be alone. Dad comes upstairs and tells me he loves me and he's worried about me; Mom comes upstairs and tells me I shouldn't lock my door. Ever. Pretty soon they'll be going though my dresser drawers looking for razor blades. Like I even have any. Where would I get them, anyway? The science department? Yeah, right.
Darla and the parents are planning on going holoholo. And dragging me with them. And then I'll want to listen to my CD player and they'll get on my case about (a) my taste in music and (b) isolating myself. And Gracie will keep looking at me with puppy-eyes, asking for hugs. What is with her lately?
Okay, I'm done ranting now....
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| | Posted 1/2/2005 11:42 AM - 1 view - 3 comments
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