"Sometimes I think you hate me hang up the phone,
But take a closer look this hate I feel is my own
So many times I've loved you more than myself
It's time to take that love and put it on the shelf
Oh and when I hold you tight it makes me want to scream and fight
Love turned to hate
Some how its just how its just how its just too late."
And do I hate? No, I grow and move on. I think I'm ready to get out again, problem is I work in the evenings so my night life is shot. I'm ready to start dating again. Problem is finding a girl who doesn't drink or do drugs without being some religious lamer. School starts up in less than a month, I'm very excited to get back. I'm kind of sick of the house.
US History 1870- Present
Algebra
Fencing (after taking a summer break which I wish didn't happen)
Public Speaking
Jazz and Popular Music
It's going to be a good semester. I find myself with a bit more confidence and self awareness that I previously was lacking. I have realized that maybe I'm not the peice of shit I had previously thought. I'm also aware of some issues dealing with the way I interact with people that I need to change, I tend to be really short tempered, something I get from my mom. I also need to stand up more straight, I kind of slouch. I should also watch my tongue a bit more, if I want to become a teacher I can't drop f-bombs in the classroom. I think I'm going to try to dress a bit nicer as well. I wore the boots, torn jeans and spikes in high school so people wouldn't bother with me, now that no one wants to slam me into the lockers it doesn't seem reasonable.
Things are good right now, they could be better, "but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need".