Tuesday, 11 January 2011
when everything loses its meaning. Like today, some family members and I had a fight and I've never felt so useless and stupid before. I am a waste of oxygen, of space, I make others around me unhappy and they are a part of my problems, too. The more I think about how I have to stay in this house for the next four years at least, the less I want to get into uni, because nothing will change. I want to leave, but I can't, and my life will still be miserable and boring and controlled. Since I were little I dreamed of reaching the age of 18 and getting the fuck out of this place, but hey, reality fucks you in the ass when you grow up, right? Shit.
Ugh, I hate how emotional I've become, I cry and complain everyday and I feel so whiny, blah.
Oh and pardon my language.