Wonderful. My dad got into another fight with my mom. We shall have a horrible Thanksgiving.


The following is the opposite of how I feel:
I love my life. I love it. I love living. I love my dad. I love how he acts. I don't wanna die. I love staying here in this heaven. I love having wonderful holidays. When was the last time we've ever had a horrible holiday? When I was 12? Yeah. I love having a 4 year streak of nothing but GREAT holidays.

Have a great Thanksgiving, everyone. Be thankful for your family. Love ya!

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I'm not really depressed... It only feels that way, and I'll tell you why.

So, yesterday, I slept ALL day. After school, I did a few things on the computer, took a shower, and went to bed. I woke up three times, but went back to bed three seconds after sitting up.
Today, I knew I had to wake up, so I did, and felt like crap. My nose wasn't stuffed or runny, I don't have a fever... I'm not sick. But I still felt like keeling over and dying. So I took a shower, and here I am. Still feeling like crap.

I think I feel like crap because I notice that tomorrow is Thanksgiving... and I'm not even ready. I'm ready physically, but not mentally. Time is going by too fast and I don't have enough time to enjoy it. Right now, it should be February of this year. Still in my freshman year, I'm 15, and spending more time with Slayton than ever. I don't know Keri, I've never heard of Robert, and I'm ready for the school year to end.

I can't stand it. Time is going WAY too fast. My mind isn't keeping up!

I really wanna get up and go out, but I don't have my license yet. My dad is literally trying to kill me. I still don't have my permit. My dad is KILLING me.

My lord, I couldn't even finish my food yesterday (at home).
It's like... I hit home and I hit it hard.

I don't know anymore... Sorry for this depressing journal, I just thought ya'll would like to know why I wasn't up all last night.