Life.
Everything is so confusing. I hate complaining, because I’ve been told it makes me look weak when I do. But I can’t even begin to handle things right now. I take the ACT on tuesday which doesnt really worry me but i’m still stressed about it because big tests freak me out. I’m moving in less then 3 weeks, to a place that’s so far away from my sister and my family. My sister is the ONLY person who has ever truly and faithfully been there for me. It’s going to kill me not being able to drive 10 minutes and see her everyday.
I couldn’t give two fucks about the people here. Nobody cares. Everybody is in their own little world of parties, drugs and money and that’s just not who I am. I’ve tried to be that person, and all it did was fuck things up more then I could ever begin to explain. My friends use me to look cool or just to have someone to talk to sometimes.
My seizures are spiraling out of control mostly because I won’t take my medicine. So I can’t really complain about that when it’s my fault. I just wish I didn’t have so many things to deal with all at once.
And somebody I loved got kicked out of my life for reasons I’m not even sure are correct. But I guess having her hate me and think awful, stupid lies about me are better then being a bad boyfriend just because I can’t handle anything that happens.
Woo. Goodnight.
