Anonymous
I was talking to a friend last night and we were discussing dreams we’ve had recently. He had told me about a dream he had about his friend and I was thinking “okay, I dream about my friends….” but what he told me after, I swear I felt like I was in his shoes and felt every feeling he did.
The story goes like this:
His dad, him, and his best friend of the time went to Canada and it was snowing so the roads were slippery. They were driving and ran into a pole. My friend told me that him and his friend had played rock, paper, scissors to see who got shotgun. My friend had won but gave it to his best friend instead.
His dad, I believe, had a broken arm and something with his ribcage, my friend had a black eye and a busted lip, his friend……… his friend had the pole holding him together and pinned to the seat. He sat there and had to watch his friend die.
UGH
I got chills when I heard this and I bit down on my teeth.
He felt so guilty of this, like it was all his fault. Ughughugh, now I can see why he is the way he is. So sincere and loving. Treating every day like it could be the last. I’m so proud of him for not crying when telling the story last night as I get teary eyed just thinking about my aunt dying or one of my friends that died in 5th grade.
Today sucked!, so far
It’s been raining all night and day and go figure I wear my Tom’s only on the days it rains… my feet have been wet and cold all day.
my sister thinks I’m ungrateful
and I….. I just want to sit in my school’s library and study. Like, I’m sorry that I think my education is super important.
I’m going to have to live in a dorm either next semester or next year. She reminds me so much of my father when he gets upset about something. They don’t fucking drop it and they try to make you feel like complete shit about what you did and manipulate you into thinking you’re 1,000% wrong and they’re 1,000,000% right.
Like, college students DON’T sit at home. They just don’t. It’s not like I’m out with friends and partying instead of spending time with them, I’M FUCKING STUDYING! I think she doesn’t understand how hard it is for me to be able to get good grades.
I’m convinced I have ADD, seriously. I’ve looked up the symptoms and it’s like someone wrote a description of my personality. I’m going to get tested for it. At least it’s that I’m getting tested for and not STD’s hah.
I wonder how I’m getting to school on Monday, I’m officially out of money. Between paying $8.50 a day for the train plus food throughout the day and then having to get school books. I’m broke. I hate living on the edge with money. I’m always wondering where my next $1 is coming from…
I do start my job tomorrow but I won’t get a paycheck for at least two weeks. fuckkk meeeee.
I’m in fear of failure, total fear. My dad keeps telling me to stop be like that because, then I will fail. UGH. I just don’t want to have to go back to Florida. I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice, and maybe even 30 times. Money is the root of all evil. Money made my mother evil and made her divorce my father.
I hate her.
She called me last night and i had asked her to call me back, she didn’t.
I called her. She didn’t pick up.
I’m upset. I shouldn’t be.
She can’t help herself, it’s not even my mother that is inside of her body.
God, i need to repaint my nails they look like SHIT! EW.
Friends story, rain, sister, ADD, money, failure, mom, nails.
<3 Dianna