I don't know if it's the emotional or physical pain that's depressing me. Or what if it's the stress from making sure I have everything done for school. I have a test to study for this week. I probably have a lot of work to catch up on, and to top it all off, I flat out feel sad. Sad for the families that are murdered everyday. Sad for the people being enslaved in Sudan. Sad for my dad who had a kid die from head and neck injuries that he coached when I was in sixth grade. Sad that I can't work how I want in my AP Art class, and sad that I don't have the ability to do anything to make a difference.
The world may be my oyster but I sure as pie can't do anything to fix the problems in it. God, I don't know how you handle all the trillions of prayers that you get twenty-four seven, but you sure have my respect. I wouldn't be able to handle it if the world I created began to slowly destroy itself because of inconsiderate fools. I know it sounds like I'm preaching but I really don't do that kind of thing. I speak what's on my mind and that's what's on here. This journal is the only way I can get everything out of my head.
I have a headache even though I spent the whole afternoon relaxing. I listened to some Benedictine Monk Chants on my iPod and that relaxed me the whole way to and from school. I just wish I could have a whole day to meditate and relax. With Arik gone to college, everything just seems to eat at me.
I feel like I've been trapped in a dark room with nothing but a small TV, and a little notebook with a wooden pencil. This is my notebook, and my keyboard is my pencil. The TV is my life, and the room is my mind.
My friend is one of the closest people to me but I'm afraid to lay all of my problems on her because she already has enough problems of her own to deal with. I love her to death but there's no way I would dump my load on her unless she prompted me to. Lately I've been needing to talk to someone but I don't know who to turn to. I may call Arik this weekend just to talk about stuff. I need to talk to him. I need to hear his voice, to know he's okay. I just need to give him an awkward and prolonged five minute hug.
The days go by and I feel like him going off to college is all a dream. I already have a self-set deadline to get my transcripts ready and send them off to the five colleges I have picked out. And now I'm getting distracted thinking about colleges. I hope I don't have anything to do tomorrow so I can go see my counselor for colleges. I need to make a list of the colleges I want to go to to present to my counselor. Well, I have to go to bed soon anyway. For anyone who even cares about reading this and getting an insight into what it's like to be a teen this day in age, thank you for listening to my drama. It's much appreciated.
Ended at 8:59 P.M.
The world may be my oyster but I sure as pie can't do anything to fix the problems in it. God, I don't know how you handle all the trillions of prayers that you get twenty-four seven, but you sure have my respect. I wouldn't be able to handle it if the world I created began to slowly destroy itself because of inconsiderate fools. I know it sounds like I'm preaching but I really don't do that kind of thing. I speak what's on my mind and that's what's on here. This journal is the only way I can get everything out of my head.
I have a headache even though I spent the whole afternoon relaxing. I listened to some Benedictine Monk Chants on my iPod and that relaxed me the whole way to and from school. I just wish I could have a whole day to meditate and relax. With Arik gone to college, everything just seems to eat at me.
I feel like I've been trapped in a dark room with nothing but a small TV, and a little notebook with a wooden pencil. This is my notebook, and my keyboard is my pencil. The TV is my life, and the room is my mind.
My friend is one of the closest people to me but I'm afraid to lay all of my problems on her because she already has enough problems of her own to deal with. I love her to death but there's no way I would dump my load on her unless she prompted me to. Lately I've been needing to talk to someone but I don't know who to turn to. I may call Arik this weekend just to talk about stuff. I need to talk to him. I need to hear his voice, to know he's okay. I just need to give him an awkward and prolonged five minute hug.
The days go by and I feel like him going off to college is all a dream. I already have a self-set deadline to get my transcripts ready and send them off to the five colleges I have picked out. And now I'm getting distracted thinking about colleges. I hope I don't have anything to do tomorrow so I can go see my counselor for colleges. I need to make a list of the colleges I want to go to to present to my counselor. Well, I have to go to bed soon anyway. For anyone who even cares about reading this and getting an insight into what it's like to be a teen this day in age, thank you for listening to my drama. It's much appreciated.
Ended at 8:59 P.M.
