Bok,
I played my PS3 for two straight hours last night and then again this morning. I love my PS3. It's just completely awesome. I need to buy a few new games because it's always nice to have new games. I really need to work that into the budget somehow.
Have you ever felt really stressed, angry, pissed off, all of the above? Well imagine having someone ask you to do something that seems kind of weird. I know I shouldn't let my anger out but I can't tell the person that I'm upset with them. If I do, I'm afraid of the consequences. Oh, never mind. I don't expect people to understand. I wonder if I am truly happy here. I wonder if I should start questioning everything I am because I have to lock half of who I am up in a bottomless pitt. It just doesn't seem right.
So I just did the chores I was "assigned to do". Without my consent may I add. I like to be asked personally before someone just assumes that I can do it. Okay, I shouldn't be that mad about it. They're are just chores after all. If I wanted to be mad then I guess that would take away from the girl who doesn't know who she is anymore. I feel kind of like a freaking rebel. I don't want to be one.
Did I mention that I'm doing two blog posts today? I couldn't do one last night because it felt too awkward being in my room. I wish I still had my own room. That would be great. Ranting really makes me feel better. Releases all the stupid stress or whatever else is bottled up deep inside. I feel like I could explode. I wonder if other people can relate.
Love the girl who seriously doesn't know who she is anymore
<3
P.S. Hello = Croatian
I played my PS3 for two straight hours last night and then again this morning. I love my PS3. It's just completely awesome. I need to buy a few new games because it's always nice to have new games. I really need to work that into the budget somehow.
Have you ever felt really stressed, angry, pissed off, all of the above? Well imagine having someone ask you to do something that seems kind of weird. I know I shouldn't let my anger out but I can't tell the person that I'm upset with them. If I do, I'm afraid of the consequences. Oh, never mind. I don't expect people to understand. I wonder if I am truly happy here. I wonder if I should start questioning everything I am because I have to lock half of who I am up in a bottomless pitt. It just doesn't seem right.
So I just did the chores I was "assigned to do". Without my consent may I add. I like to be asked personally before someone just assumes that I can do it. Okay, I shouldn't be that mad about it. They're are just chores after all. If I wanted to be mad then I guess that would take away from the girl who doesn't know who she is anymore. I feel kind of like a freaking rebel. I don't want to be one.
Did I mention that I'm doing two blog posts today? I couldn't do one last night because it felt too awkward being in my room. I wish I still had my own room. That would be great. Ranting really makes me feel better. Releases all the stupid stress or whatever else is bottled up deep inside. I feel like I could explode. I wonder if other people can relate.
Love the girl who seriously doesn't know who she is anymore
<3
P.S. Hello = Croatian
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