You know what? F*** Sundays.

Hi

It seems that no one is reading my posts, which makes me sad. I don't even know why I try these days.

I'm having trouble remembering why I'm required to live anymore. I don't think I'll take any drastic actions to solve it, though. I mean look at me. I'm barely fifteen, and April's going to be a busy month for me. I hope the issues inside my own head are straightened out by then...

JEEZ I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO.

Not my dad. He can just go jump off a building. I'm tired of him. He always asks me why "I don't wanna talk to him" and why "I like talking to mom better". Well,, here's the reason: My mom actually tries to help me, and only talk about how MY problems can be solved. She doesn't just try to relate (by lying about the past), then start rambling on about how atrocious and tragic and horrible HER life has been, and then ask me how I feel she should fix her life. Seriously, All that man talks about is HIMSELF. He's got NO sympathy or feelings for others, NO sensitivity, and ALWAYS manages to change the subject to make the conversation about HIM.

Now how can you talk to a person like that?

In Regards To Myself....

***Zan