Over the summer, Connor and I exchanged books. Me being the asshole that I am, started ignoring him shortly after, thus putting us both in extremely awkward situations: having each others books. I didn't read them because I'm stubborn and they reminded me of him a lot. In a fit of insanity on the weekend, I started reading one of them.
It's called Paper Towns by John Greene. I sort of see why he liked it so much. He related to the main character in a sense (and I don't want to sound cocky). I felt conflicted when I realized the resemblance our general selves hold to the characters Margo and Quentin.
Curiosity won out and I read it.
It's really good.
Monday, 29 October 2012
Sunday, 28 October 2012
Misery
I have been struggling a lot lately. Mostly with my family... My stepmom in particular. It started in around June when she started acting unpleasant towards me and my stepsister. I've been getting anxiety attacks and I didn't know why.
It all started with my stepmom making being here unpleasant.
I've spent so many hours crying because of her. I can't live with a member of my family hating me, even if it's someone who isn't related by blood.
It's the hardest thing for a child to dislike their parents' partner. You don't want to break their heart, but at the same time you're miserable. You're torn between hurting them and living in misery.
And you pick misery because you can't bear the thought of hurting one of the people you love.
It all started with my stepmom making being here unpleasant.
I've spent so many hours crying because of her. I can't live with a member of my family hating me, even if it's someone who isn't related by blood.
It's the hardest thing for a child to dislike their parents' partner. You don't want to break their heart, but at the same time you're miserable. You're torn between hurting them and living in misery.
And you pick misery because you can't bear the thought of hurting one of the people you love.
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