November 18, 2005
What's the point?
It's nights like this that I wonder how one moment can be so blissfully wonderful and the next I wish I didn't exist.
What's the point?
What good is complaining?
What good is wishing?
What good is wanting something?
It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. I want to get involved with school but I have "responsibilities". Why do I have to take responsibility? Oh, because in this family, even though we have a good income, we don't know how to budget and all that money that could be spent on a babysitter or the Y disappears. My parents have their own lives, and sure, thay try. But sometimes it's not enough.
I have no life. I will never have a life. I shouldn't be in want of one.
scullerymaid at 10:12 p.m.