People are so damn immature. Seriously. I hate being involved in stupid drama, and going to Chapelle- I just can't seem to get away from it. It's never worth worrying over. You're not going to even see that person anymore when you graduate. It's a waste of breath, a waste of time. I wish everyone would just get along. No, not even get along, just leave all the drama to themselves. Deal with it your own way instead of getting unwanted people into your business.
I can't stand the opinions of my mother, i've finally realized why I dread having conversations with her. I mean, sure, I love her, she's my mother. She does alot for me and I appreciate it. But when it comes to things like, my friends, college, school, the things I do.. it's like we can never, ever agree on anything. Close-minded is her way of thinking, complete opposite of me. She says the worst things at the worst times, and it's almost as though she ENJOYS making me yell. I try not to yell. I try to keep my composure. I'll be out of the house soon enough. I can make it. I tell her all the time how i hate the fact that she is so judgemental toward people that she doesn't even know. One thing will set her off raving about people with tatoos, piercings, hairstyles, clothes. Personality is nothing. Surface is everything. You must make the family look good. Piercings... on your face? I'm crazy for even thinking that while I'm still at the house, she says. To be honest, I think if I got anything dramatic done, she wouldn't tell me anything. She'd probably ask me to take it out, wash it off, change my ways. But that's about it. For instance, she thought my sublime poster represented the devil and asked me to take it down. I didn't, but she just let's it go. I respect her for that, but I just can't STAND the judgements she makes, her way of thinking. Maybe i'm contradicting myself. I'm just venting, so I wouldn't be surprised if I was talking like a hypocrite.
I'm confused. Badly. jdfdlksfj.
If only I could tell you half the shit I'm thinking.
But I'd rather not take the chances.
"It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it. How much you could hold, how much you could care."
OHH, controversy.