Human Kindness, is over flowin...
by, 07-Oct-2008 at 13:06 (472 Views)
So, apparently the gods of chance do not like me.
Within the last two weeks, two people who are friends, not good friends were killed. I’m mourning, but it’s not a crushing blow. However, what is crushing my spirit a bit is the darkness it has plunged my school into. A lot of the teachers can barely make it through their classes without having to stop and look away from us. There’s no small chit-chat around the cafeteria, and… this is what bothers me. I’m trying to keep the spirit up, being friendly to everyone, smiling and waving to students I never even talk to. It does little.
More so, my dad is getting to be that way again… even more severe this time..
He took my ****ing bedroom door! “I violated his no locked doors rule and stayed up late on the computer” My stepmother did not take me to school today… or decided against it because I woke up ten minutes late. My step mother is no help, she adds to it by coming up with the ideas to “help me”. My biological mother… ughh… Not teaching her 4 year old how to identify letters, write his name, or even basic colors. He’s five as of two weeks ago. He can barely speak, does not know his positional relationships (beside, on top, together), hardly knows his colors, and has a vague understanding of the alphabet. I really hope that he does have a problem, and it’s not negligence.
Being told you’ll die out in the real world hurts…. Even more so if you know you can make it.
This weekend I went away to Grif’s apartment. My god…. It felt wonderful to be with that much independence!
I felt my age for once… I liked it… able to make my own decisions without my parent’s repercussions…working solely on my judgment. It was nice, I proved to myself that I can avoid getting out of hand, and make good decisions despite what my father, and step mother have to say.
This adds to my distainment, I know am not this “asshat kid” Yes, I’ve been called that after putting up a fight to something I did not do, and was still punished for.
I turn 18, on November 12th. Then, I can actually say… **** you… Without them calling the cops on me again.