I am so dramatic, oh god.

I have the teenager blues =(. It started with a simple statement from me. I hate my socks. It then turned into I hate Band, I want mom to let me quit. I was talking to my dad and I ended up in tears and my dad was being sarcastic like, if you hate everyone, you are going to be a serial killer. I just broke down. Then I starting taking everything seriously for some reason. I just BROKE. Broke into a million pieces. A million pieces that can't be put back together. I just was discussing my life, and my dad starting fliping out, using curses which he never does, and said Do you wnat it to end, I'll go give you my gun! I of course said no when my insides were screaming HAND ME THE GUN, I WANT THE GUN I NEED IT TO BE OVER NOW. But I said no. A simple squeaky no. I told him I'll go just lay down in the street--wouldn't let me. So I layed down in front of the door to our garage and I said I hope someone opens the door fierecly. And Evy's quote form before popped into mind. "I wish it was raining so no one could see my tears"

That's it. No one can fix me and the person i like is a sleez, oh the joys of life SUCK. Especially being a teenager. Son gis Teenagers by MCR