i'm trying to fix my computer, it's so frustrating. i'm pretty sure it died, and all my music that i've been working on since 2005 is going to be gone . i've killed lots of computers but always had my music backed up on an ipod, but my ipod got stolen a few months ago. i shouldn't be complaining too much since i got all the music for free but it's still upsetting. it'll be easy enough to replace most of it, but i had some weird shit that i'm never going to be able to find again. waaaaaaaaah
Having to shave all the time makes me wish I were a dude. There are other reasons, but shaving really is a major pita.
I got my smile from the sunshine,
I got my tears from the rain.
I learned to dance when I saw a tiger prance,
And a peacock taught me to be vain.
A little owl in a tree so high,
He taught me how to wink my eye.
I learned to bill and coo from a turtledove,
And a grizzly bear taught me how to hug.
But the guy that lived two caves from me,
He taught me how to love.
Apparently my Mom has known about my brothers pill problem for a long time (despite how I'm sure he's BSed her about it half of the time). Of course no one thought it was a good idea to tell my Dad or Myself about it directly over the past three years. I mean.. we just live with him and put up with all of his retarded bullshit. Why the fuck should anyone tell us about it?
I also think it's fucked up to expect people to put up with living with a druggie. If there's no proper communication of it. If they aren't seeking psychological help or rehab. If they can't even be honest and admit it. Basically, if they don't really seem open and dedicated to fixing the problem.
How can someone expect people to live with that and deal with that on a direct level, when they wouldn't be able to either?
It's just not fair to expect more of me and my dad in this situation. Not fair to expect more than the three years that have already happened, when it was supposed to be nowhere near that. Not fair to try to excuse all of the bullshit under the pretense of 'He would never intend to..', when intention and action can be two very-damned-well different things. Not fair to expect that there be sympathy for someone who is easily a threat to the lives of the people around them.
My heart doesn't go out to that shit. My heart goes out to people who try with an undeniable drive to be better, even if they may stumble and fall along the way. I see no trying. I only hear talk of trying, and falling further due to a lack of trying.
Hang on traveling woman - Don't sacrifice your plan
Cause it will come back to you - Before you lose it on the man