Oct 6, 2004
it's no strech to say
agh. good days usually turn into bad days once i get home. and this time my dad's thrown away a bunch of my pictures of my old friends from elementary school because he's "sorting" them and i have to fish my memories out of the garbage can and wipe the goo off from the rotten cucumber they were under. and apparantly persuing something i'd like to do by working and going to school is a waste of my potential and not whats best for me. what i should be doing is going to a four year university despite the fact that there is nothing there for me right now. but. father knows best. especially when he yells at me until i break down in tears. home sweet home.
posted by sarah 11:03 PM
