I really can't stand being around these overbearing, lazy, miserable people. I don't want to deal with this anymore. Sometimes I can feel the life running out of me. Even if I had some semblance of a good day, out gets thrown right out of the realm of possibility that I will continue to have one later. How fucked is that? Well I'm sure that no one really cares. Anything I say gets turned in a way that someway, somehow I'm ruining their lives. That's the most despicable thing about it all. I've come to realize that I'm not supposed to be happy, feel good our comfortable, or even feel secure. So what am I supposed to do about that? Rebel? Of course. Why would I want to live like a prisoner for the rest of my life? And why would I want to make everyone else miserable too? I don't know if they're being that way on purpose, but out seems like not. And they will probably be miserable with or without me. So what's the point of being miserable with them? I'd be teaching Dakota the complete opposite of what I want her to learn in her life. Don't just sit back and accept it, take a stand and fight fort what's going to make you truly happy, and what's going to bring you the greatest success in your life.
