parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks Mom Listening To: Grand Theft Autumn by Fall Out Boy Tomorrow is the last day of school. To be quite honest, I am actually sad to see sophmore year go so quickly. It's been the best year of school since it was so easy and fun. I am gunna miss so much: terrific tuesdays with Steph, my french teacher (aptly nicknamed "hot-wheels" because he owns the only rolling backpack in school). I am going to miss Dunkin Donuts every morning. I'm gunna miss a lot of people. It's sad. What can I do? Wait, I know, cram my mind for the fucking finals. Now I KNOW I am not going to miss that. My mother couldn't find a ride for me to get to Beverly yesterday. We were arguing and when I said that if she wanted to see me, she would've found a ride for me. Then she hung up on me. Then I cried. I don't think she will ever change. She hasn't from the divorce when I was seven. She hasn't from the near-fatal car crash last March. I don't think she will ever change and I am sick of it. I don't believe in her anymore. She can call me if she wants to talk to me. She can come see me if she wants to. I wanted to see her SO MUCH that I was crying days before I was supposed to see her because I missed her so much. I still do. But after her accusing me of not caring to see her, I have given up on my own mother. If she wanted to see me, she would've. She fucking would've... 5:26 p.m. - 06-14-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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