Obsessed with the What and Why but never really about the How.

There is really nothing I can write that would not have already been expressed better to God.

Sometimes, I hate the world. And the people.
And by that, I guess,

I mean to say myself too.

I hate tonight.

On another note, my mom mentioned her "brillant" idea of renting out a room (my sister suggested MY ROOM) since she hasnt yet found a job and obviously,.. the good money that comes from it.

While I may hope for the change of my mom's mind, deep down in my heart I know I wouldnt be able to give her much more than I already am - Yes, we're talking Moolah here.

So instead of saying, "NO!"..
I told her, "I'll think about it."

(You must know, this isnt only my house. My mom is my dad's wife and oh ya, she gave birth to me, what do you think?)


I have never felt so far away from my room as I have sitting on my bed now.