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MONDAY JUNE 15, 2009
OH SHIT. I AM SO FUCKING SCARED.
So , i went to vista right now and the counselor was acting like a fucking dick, and he won't fucking let me in.and my mom is tired of that shit, she just wants me to get my credits and thats it.but no they're not letting me in. I hate it because she doesn't fight for me, jennys mom fought for her, didn't stop bother vista until she was sure her daughter was going in.
but my mom, just sits there, and agrees with the counselors that say i am a failure, and that i am never going to make it.
It hurts to see that, but yeah, it's the truth. and the truth hurts.
I just had to be the fucked up child, andys funny and my mom loves him, they wouldn't ever think he would wind up like me, my sister, yeah she got pregnant, but now shes going good, has her own place, working, she has mental problems i think, but she's good.
and me, well me.... I'm steff.
the stubborn piece of shit.
I am nothing.
before today i thought i was everything and now i realize what i really am.
I always want to be alive, i never think of my life as bad
but today i can't help but think what my parents life would be like if i would just have died that night i had the asmtha attack.
maybe it wouldve been amazing, problem free that would be.
but now but for some stupid reason i was kept alive , just to cause them pain.
if i had the balls to say it in her face, i would say to my mother that im sorry.
im sorry for everything and i love her more than anyone in this world.
and that i thank her for all she's done for me.
but i can't
i can't express the way i feel ever..
as im typing this, im home alone crying having a few panic attacks in a row.
i feel liek i cant breathe and well thats all good to me
im typing this with warm tears running down my cheeks, while my mom, my best friend, is in lynwood high school, so mad and dissapointed, taking me out from school.
not only that but shes going to find out about tha ticket i recently got, now that's two of them.
when she comes back
i am dead.
I wont go otu anymore, my phone will be cut off.
no oscar or cynthias show.
i dont want all of this to happen but i guess i deserve it.
my mom thinks i dont care, but if only she knew how much i care...
actions speak louder than words.
and i say the right thing, but act the wrong way.
It always comes down to you, with no one else to blame.
It's nobody's fault but mine.
and now i gotta pay for what i have and haven't done.
I wish that just one day my mom would be proud of me, that day would be one of the happiest days of my life, my life would seem complete there for a moment, but until then
i will keep crying, as if it would solve the problem.
Sometimes i wish i was able to express and show my true feelings to someone, because i am the type of person that can't.
I can love you more than i love anyother person, but i could never show it to you, not just because i don't want to, its because i dont know how.
even to my own mother i can't let her know how i really feel, therefore she thinks im just a coldhearted bitch that doesn't care for anythign in the world
but if only she knew how i really feel
that i ache inside, that i have so much pain inside of me that i cant let out
so much anger towards everyone but so much love for her..
but i cant show it to her
i dont know why
im not affectionate and never was
i hate when people see me break down i guess its because i feel so vulnerable and weak, and im used to being so lively and strong..
i wish my mom knew what was on my mind.
i wish everyone did that way theyd understand me.
I hate myself right now.
i hate everything i do right now.
yet i dont regret a single thing.
I wish i was good enough for my mother.
I'm scared of what im going to become.
I am who i am, i try to change but can't.
maybe i am not who i think i am.
I have the worst luck in the world.
I destroy everything, and fuck up everything good that happens to me.
I don't deserve anything.
I don't deserve anyone.
I don't deserve having what i have.
I am just me
and that's all there is to it.
Lifes a bitch, then you die.


















