I love driving now… Haha. It’s so fun… I’m in control. And it is so much easier with someone else in the passenger seat than my mother. I’m going again on Tuesday, so yay.
I really don’t like my mother. Of course, I’m a teenage girl, and teenage girl’s don’t get along with their mother’s but… I just really hate her. There’s nothing about her that I love. I HATE HER. I seriously do. I probably sound really cold right now. But if you were me, you’d probably feel the same. “The ice cream isn’t already almost gone is it?” Or “I see you left the cupboard door open again.” And when we’re out in public, she always puts people down. I HATE IT. I hate her. I just need to get away from her for a long, long time. Or I will go crazy.
I really want to talk to Rockboy. And I really need a job. Badly.
Funny, that a year ago I was coming home from church camp with my cousin, and I was really happy. And then about a month later, I was almost the same. My belief in God just has kind of dissipated. I only pray to him when I need or want something. ‘Cause… how do you know if he’s even there? How do you know he’s there when all these bad things happen? “It’s for the mistake of what Adam and Eve did in the Garden of Eden.” Or, “It’s so people can learn from their mistakes.” Or, “So we can overcome our obstacles in life.” Whatever. It’s all crap.
I feel really alone.
♥ Norie
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.