March 2012
53 posts
You always expect me to be there for me, but you’re never there for me. You always ditch me and only use me for school work, yet you tell me I’m one of your best friends. I was there for you during your lowest point when all of your friends left you, and you don’t even show any gratitude.
My parents ruin everything for me. It’s like they purposefully condescend me when I’m having a great day. They think that because I’m too nice to say anything back they can just walk all over me.
make your life a story worth telling.
I’m not doing that at all. When I’m older, and looking back on my high school years; I want to have great memories, fun memories. Everything is so different than I thought it would become. I need to make mistakes that I can eventually learn from, live my life freely. But right now, I’m not doing anything worth telling. But, this will all change now. I’m going to stop...
