This might make sense, and it might not. But whatever.

My parents fight constantly. They expect so much of me, but I can't do everything. I'm not superwoman.

My grandma is dying. We all know it. I think that even she does. Yet she does nothing to help herself. She smokes, eats like a pig, and sleeps all day.

My aunt recently moved to California. My uncle is making the trip to meet with her today. I'm barely going to be able to see them.

I was sexually harrased. Of course I haven't thought of it that way until recently, but it's true. I was.

I hate school. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I want to start over new in the other school. But it's too late. Sure, my friends are in my classes, but I still hate it.

I'm no longer friends with her. I grew tired of her over dramaticness, and how mean she was to me. So I ended our friendship. It still hurts though.

There's more, but my parents are harrasing me again. And I'm not in a blog mood. *Shrugs*

-Jamie