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Date Posted: 22:08:07 10/03/03 Fri
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Subject: *pissed*
I know you guys are tired of hearing from me, but I'm so angry right now I'm crying. So, here goes.
First off, I am so friggin frustrated. I sprained my knee on Tuesday, right? Well, it's fine now, it doesn't hurt, I just have a follow-up MRI to make sure nothing's wrong (because I'm a dancer, so that it doesn't hurt my career). Well, I want to dance tomorrow morning. I'm tired of sitting for four hours a night because I can't dance. So, I tell my mom that it's fine and that I want to dance tomorrow in class. She told me that I can't, and I'm so frustrated! I want to dance so bad! I know my body, I know it's not going to get hurt, but she won't listen to me!
Another thing...I share my locker with my friend Samantha. We were in band together last year, in the same section, but because every band is now required to be in marching band, I quit because I don't have time for it. Well, now all Samantha does is spend time with the band people. I kindly explained to her that she has friends outside of band, and she wrote me this note:
"Krysti,
I never see you anymore so we don't have a chance to talk. I go to the locker at different times now so that I don't have to worry about being late. Why di I always have to start the conversations? I never see you in the halls. I sit with some of the band because I feel welcome and we have good conversations. I know I have friends outside of band ut I do not feel the same with them then with my fellow band nerds. Well, if you are sick of people telling you to accept changes, then just accept them; they are bound to happen. Just because my father might not have stomach problems and my mom usually doesn't foreget about me because of the chaos doesn't mean that my life is perfect. DO NOT EVER TELL ME THAT I DON'T LISTEN TO YOU AGAIN. I do and you know it. I do not think that you are a liar and your good friends shouldn't if they are your good friends shouldn't if they are your good friends. Try living my life. Band is an escape from my life. My parents are in the middle of a divorce, my grandfather is having heart problems, my father is using me to get to my mom. I am trying to keep at least a 3.0 GPA which is tough, only so I can march so I can get away from everything. My life sucks too, you are not the only one having problems. Everyoune around you is. They are just hiding it."
Well, I have a few things to say. This may contain a cussword ot two! First, I can tell her any damn thing I want. Second, I'm not saying that my problems are much worse than hers, but I have a lot more problems, and I'm trying to get help from her, and she's just saying that I claim my life is worse than hers! I don't think she's had to deal with a dad who's had at least four surgeries a year since she was born, who can't sit through a movie ever again unless it's at home, who can't even mow his own friggin lawn, who can't eat because of stomach issues so severe that he hasn't been able to eat a real meal in ten months, so severe that he's visited the hospital three times for two weeks each, a mom who yells at you constantly because you're not smart enough, or your hair looks like crap, or that you're late...and that's just the start.
Sorry, I just really needed to vent.
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