God, I'm tired of living here. The people who have complete and total, unwavering control over my life at the moment don't even care for me. It doesn't matter at all how old I get. I can never get far away enough. My mother's DNA is what I'm built of. I have my father's rage in my brain. I live with the maladies my great-great-great grandmother suffered from on the boat from Norway. I can't escape... » Continue Reading
Teenagers. Despite having been one for nearly four years I don't understand my fellow teenagers. They seem to care so much about so little, to make mountains out of molehills, to put importance where there is none. Do my so-called friends have any idea how little they mean to me? Are they aware that in just twenty year's time we will have forgotten all about this, all of this drama. I wish they'd ... » Continue Reading