Second day of being a fourteen year old...
My birthday was fun yesterday. For the most part, anyway. It was great until my mom dragged my brothers and I to Anacortes so that she could finish her taxes.... Why she couldn't do it some other day I'm not too sure... And then we went to Walmart, the place that has everything, and they had NO fingerless gloves. I'm fucking addicted to those things, and they didn't have them! What the hell, Walmart. And none of my friends came over, so I was kind of lonely...
Okay, really lonely. Silver Rose never called, Antichrist Angel would have, but she never asked her parents, and Acid Shock fell on her wrist that she broke this weekend, so she was doped up on pain pills. I was okay with them not coming over yesterday...
And then today... today it kinda... hit me hard, I guess. Lately I'm constantly at war with myself, and there's this part of me right now that keeps telling me that I'm alone and I know it's not true I just... it's hard not to listen to it. And I can't just tell it to fuck off, because it'll never leave.
...Yesterday was good, it's just that the whole "I'm alone for my special day" hit hard, ya know?... I'm tired of being alone, though... I don't want to be alone anymore....
-Chemical_Insanity
