No One Cares About My Name.

Depressed and Anguished
2003-11-19 05:12:22 (UTC)

Life is one big shit hole ... enjoy you're stay

Last night, I got into a fight with my mother, so I left. I
went to Rob's, but no one was there, and stupid me freaked
out. I was driving down one of the main streets and there
was a red light. I went to brake, and my foot got caught on
the lining of my steering coluum (They cut it up to look at
my car, fucked it all up), and I couldn't really slow down.
An SUV was pulling in front and by the time I got to a near
stop, it was too late. I didn't hit them hard; in fact, the
woman called today to tell me there was none. I was lucky.
Then, tonight, I went to Rob's and since my parents made
some stupid-ass rule that I have to have my car back at 10,
while my weekday curfew is 11, Rob went with so I could
still hang out. I walk in to tell my parents, and my dad
pulls the "I don't remember saying that" bullshit and I'm
stuck at home. Waste Rob's gas, my time, and it pissed me
off. I started finally taking my anti-deppressants
yesterday -- trying to make things better for me at home,
but I think it's in vain.




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