What's Been Going On
Everyone please stop calling phone, and threatening my Mother. Also don't leave any mean or hateful comments towards her either, if you plan on leaving any comments, keep them directed towards me and me only.
Alright, well as I hear it, most everyone in one way or another has heard about how I packed up and moved out Thursday. The craziest thing about moving out, was loving the feeling I really didn't have a plan, they kept my car, they took my phone, I had barely any money, but still not being scared about anything bad coming my way. My mind was kind of at ease... The only thing that I didn't like, was not having my phone and the numbers in it, because it was my way of keeping in touch with everyone, so that was the only sad part of it all, but I knew I had to get over it, get a new phone, and move on, so I was trying.
I didn't plan to be gone forever, I just need time... space... to myself, to kind of get my head on straight for awhile, clear my mind I guess. All this letting me go out on my own happened, because once again, I was hanging out with Donnie, which everyone in the world knows my parents hate, and time and time again I get in trouble for, but I still decide to go back again and again.
Friday came, I did my call check in with Dad, and he told me he needed to talk with me, and he was coming to pick me up, so I was like alright... I already knew what this had to do with... Everyone in my family had now pretty much found out everything about me, by reading this journal, which we all know I write everything, perhaps too much, but in the end this is probably a good thing, because now that everything is out in the open about me... friends, drug use, eating disorders, everything I have ever written, now is out... the fact that it never was, at least to my parents is why I never cooperated with coucneling sessions, how could I possinly say anything when I thought the chance of doing these things would get back to my parents, so I just never talked, and if I did, it was nothing talk, where everything I said was just something stupid to pass time by. Now that everything is out there, I am at the point where I can finally get help for myself, cuz for the first time in my life I am ready to talk about things, well talk to people who I can get help from... I always said that it has to come down to the point where you can only get help for yourself if you want to, and that's where I am, so now it's time to get better, and it's time to stop being such a fuck up, and finally get on the right road... so only time can tell, and I think everything is going to be ok, and I can get better. At this point I don't expect anyone to trusty me and take my word on that, I can only say I mean in now, and since actions speak louder than words, that will prove in the end that I got the help I needed, and I can turn out... "normal."
Now besides me, onto my Mom... man, everything she's read in here, which I am not going to deny anything I have said or felt or wrote, because obviously at the time I meant it. Whether one wants to believe or not, I do love my Mom, I really do... I know at this point, she is still going to believe I hate her, hate her more than anything, but it's not the case at all... sure we have our rough times and fights, but a big part of it has to do with me... if I was stronger, and less sensitive, and less self hating, I could handle stupid comments that she says, when they really maybe were said and should have been brushed off just like that, but I magnified it a million times more. Problems I have with myself, and feel about myself, make me take things, and my head makes it worse that what it really was... my self loathing makes negative remarks into something that makes me feel like I should just die over, when I needed to grow up, realize it something that needs to just be forgotten, cuz in the end, maybe it wasn't that bad in the first place, ya know? I'm a baby, a wuss, and I need to grow up. Also the fact I had a ton of other stuff going on that they didn't know about, made me feel even less understood, and I had the attitude of, "you don't know me, you don't understand me, and never will" which in the end only makes me get worse and worse, and make mistake after mistake... I can't say I wont ever make a mistake again, cuz I will, christ I'm a human being and we all make mistakes... but now that I am willing to talk about things, and am on my way to getting help and talking about my problems with someone, I think it's going to help my relationships with family memebers better, and hopefully I learn to show more respect to people within my household (this includes my sisters house too). Momma, I really truly am sorry, I don't expect you to take my word, to trust me, or to believe me, but I hope one day I can make it up to you and show you by actions how much you really mean to me.
To my little bro Tony, man oh man, I don't think there is anything I can really say to say how bad I feel that I am slowly day by day destroying your life and freedoms, my mistakes cost you... I know they cost me, but I don't care about that, because when you fuck up you should be punished and get what you deserve, but you never deserved to have to get restrictions, and whatever else came with me fucking up over and over again... You were always the good kid, I'm sorry I couldn't be someone you could really look up to... if you get anything out of me, learn from me by not fucking up as much as I did, and not do dumbass things, and make stupid decisions like I have... I love you Tony, keep working hard and doing everything like you are and you're gonna go far... don't ever become the screw up I turned in to.
At this point, I don't really know what I want to do... I know I do for once, actually want to get help, and fix the mess of a self I am right now other than that, I am just looking forward to school starting so I have something positive to keep me occupied, I look forward to training with Bob again so I can play softball in the fall... as for the moving out plans... they are always changing, so for that, I guess all I really can say is we shall see...
My phone still does not belong to me, so don't call it because you wont be able to contact me, when I get it back I will contact people that it is once again my property lol, which hopefully one day it will be again.
Alright, well as I hear it, most everyone in one way or another has heard about how I packed up and moved out Thursday. The craziest thing about moving out, was loving the feeling I really didn't have a plan, they kept my car, they took my phone, I had barely any money, but still not being scared about anything bad coming my way. My mind was kind of at ease... The only thing that I didn't like, was not having my phone and the numbers in it, because it was my way of keeping in touch with everyone, so that was the only sad part of it all, but I knew I had to get over it, get a new phone, and move on, so I was trying.
I didn't plan to be gone forever, I just need time... space... to myself, to kind of get my head on straight for awhile, clear my mind I guess. All this letting me go out on my own happened, because once again, I was hanging out with Donnie, which everyone in the world knows my parents hate, and time and time again I get in trouble for, but I still decide to go back again and again.
Friday came, I did my call check in with Dad, and he told me he needed to talk with me, and he was coming to pick me up, so I was like alright... I already knew what this had to do with... Everyone in my family had now pretty much found out everything about me, by reading this journal, which we all know I write everything, perhaps too much, but in the end this is probably a good thing, because now that everything is out in the open about me... friends, drug use, eating disorders, everything I have ever written, now is out... the fact that it never was, at least to my parents is why I never cooperated with coucneling sessions, how could I possinly say anything when I thought the chance of doing these things would get back to my parents, so I just never talked, and if I did, it was nothing talk, where everything I said was just something stupid to pass time by. Now that everything is out there, I am at the point where I can finally get help for myself, cuz for the first time in my life I am ready to talk about things, well talk to people who I can get help from... I always said that it has to come down to the point where you can only get help for yourself if you want to, and that's where I am, so now it's time to get better, and it's time to stop being such a fuck up, and finally get on the right road... so only time can tell, and I think everything is going to be ok, and I can get better. At this point I don't expect anyone to trusty me and take my word on that, I can only say I mean in now, and since actions speak louder than words, that will prove in the end that I got the help I needed, and I can turn out... "normal."
Now besides me, onto my Mom... man, everything she's read in here, which I am not going to deny anything I have said or felt or wrote, because obviously at the time I meant it. Whether one wants to believe or not, I do love my Mom, I really do... I know at this point, she is still going to believe I hate her, hate her more than anything, but it's not the case at all... sure we have our rough times and fights, but a big part of it has to do with me... if I was stronger, and less sensitive, and less self hating, I could handle stupid comments that she says, when they really maybe were said and should have been brushed off just like that, but I magnified it a million times more. Problems I have with myself, and feel about myself, make me take things, and my head makes it worse that what it really was... my self loathing makes negative remarks into something that makes me feel like I should just die over, when I needed to grow up, realize it something that needs to just be forgotten, cuz in the end, maybe it wasn't that bad in the first place, ya know? I'm a baby, a wuss, and I need to grow up. Also the fact I had a ton of other stuff going on that they didn't know about, made me feel even less understood, and I had the attitude of, "you don't know me, you don't understand me, and never will" which in the end only makes me get worse and worse, and make mistake after mistake... I can't say I wont ever make a mistake again, cuz I will, christ I'm a human being and we all make mistakes... but now that I am willing to talk about things, and am on my way to getting help and talking about my problems with someone, I think it's going to help my relationships with family memebers better, and hopefully I learn to show more respect to people within my household (this includes my sisters house too). Momma, I really truly am sorry, I don't expect you to take my word, to trust me, or to believe me, but I hope one day I can make it up to you and show you by actions how much you really mean to me.
To my little bro Tony, man oh man, I don't think there is anything I can really say to say how bad I feel that I am slowly day by day destroying your life and freedoms, my mistakes cost you... I know they cost me, but I don't care about that, because when you fuck up you should be punished and get what you deserve, but you never deserved to have to get restrictions, and whatever else came with me fucking up over and over again... You were always the good kid, I'm sorry I couldn't be someone you could really look up to... if you get anything out of me, learn from me by not fucking up as much as I did, and not do dumbass things, and make stupid decisions like I have... I love you Tony, keep working hard and doing everything like you are and you're gonna go far... don't ever become the screw up I turned in to.
At this point, I don't really know what I want to do... I know I do for once, actually want to get help, and fix the mess of a self I am right now other than that, I am just looking forward to school starting so I have something positive to keep me occupied, I look forward to training with Bob again so I can play softball in the fall... as for the moving out plans... they are always changing, so for that, I guess all I really can say is we shall see...
My phone still does not belong to me, so don't call it because you wont be able to contact me, when I get it back I will contact people that it is once again my property lol, which hopefully one day it will be again.

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