Is it just me or does life seem to keep getting more emo and what not. I mean I keep breaking down more and more. And ugh. I am sick of crying. Its not like i have this awful life where everything is going wrong, you know? My moms not doing crack and my dad doens't beat me. Though they most certainly do want to hit me cause they tell me about it alll the bloody time. "Ariel some one should smack you" "you need to be beaten to death" etc etc etc. Ugh It gets so annoying sometimes listening to that. After a while you just don't want to hear it any more and wish they would just hit you. I mean as long as they don't hit my head((cause I need my brain cells)) then they should just smack me. Mum told me that she was probably gonna take me back to the therapist cause apparently I didn't get any better. And I'm still just as crazy and messed up as before. Great. Fun. As if thats going to drag me out of the pit of depression. Ugh. And it being the summer full of sun isn't helping either. Maybe I'm like some sort of mushroom or something((maybe thats why i like mushroom soup)) but the sun just drains my life force. And I've been having and upset stomach for a week. All i really feel like doing is dying. But w/e. Okay. I have other things to say but I can't really put them here. I'll just keep everything else in my head. peaceage out.
"If we're still alive in the morning, we'll know we're not dead"
