i guess that's a good thing? a great thing?
im not going to go through and take out the bad punctuation and spelling, not to mention the numerous missing capital letters. im just going to say this:
I WANT OUT.
hows that for capitals? its ridiculously true though, and on all different level. simple things like my home have started to really piss me off. my home. my family home. i hate it.
that's very unhealthy for me to say, but its easily justified in that i don't feel safe here anymore. i feel like a target, a sitting duck, at the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground beneath me to crumble down. Nothing i can do can help or fix it.
And school. I know, how cliche for a sixteen year-old to complain about school. But it's not so much the usual homework or early morning blues, it more like a case of the I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing-all-this-for reds. much like the mean reds, im afraid and I don't know what I'm afraid of. I don't think a 6am trip to Tiffany's is going to make me feel any better though.
but despite these heavy woes that although from my keyboard may be very melodramatic, I am finding positives in as much as i possibly can and am trying to create as many as possible. I'm over just sitting by helplessly because i know that in my housing situation i am unable to help. I want to give back to the people who inspire and care for those who can't themselves. Unfortunatly, when freshly unemployed and in the middle of a credit crunch, its difficult for me financially support anything substantial so I have taken the following actions
- Signed up to be a blood donor.
- Signed up to volunteer at the lost dogs home
- gone door knocking- NOT FUN but for some much-needed bushfire funds.
They may be small, but if everyone did small things like those, world suck would dramatically decrease (DFTBA) and superficial sixteen year-olds such as myself would have a lot less to complain about in their blogs.