Dear Blog,
      Yeah. It's me again.Yes I have come to mope and complain again because I am a coward and refuse to utter these words I have written out loud. Everything's just so confusing. Haven't written in two weeks. I'm really worried about high school. It's so far away that's is nearly in another district, but I guess I have my friends. Even if I graduate at the top of my class, what is it going to mean in a deadbeat high school. My parent's are stressing me out so much. They tell me I have to be rich and I have to be a doctor. I'm sick of it. My stupid mother just wants me to earn lots of money so she can waste my money buying designer purses and shit. I'm not a cash cow and I don't plan on being one either. Behind my mother's back I call her bitch. I don't feel sorry about saying it either. Does that make a bad person? If it does, so what ! I'm willing to screw up my life so I can show up that stupid money hungry bitch and wipe that smirk off her face once and for all, but that would be giving up.
      I mean is money everything? She doesn't need those clothes and disposable luxuries. She has even admitted to my sister that if she didn't marry my father she would go and marry someone filthy rich. She's just screwing herself. I haven't gone clothes shopping for three years so she can afford to buy those stupid purses and no go broke. Time and time again, I ask her how she and dad can afford my college tuition at the rate their going at but they just wave me off. I'm smart, but not that smart. I can't just get a scholarship. I worry about my family's finances more than they are. Isn't that a sign they should stop splurging on useless products? Okay. I got everything out. I feel refreshed. Everything is bright and dandy. Chin up Laura.