I already posted this on my myspace page, but I just need to get it out...
The holidays are always kind of a rough time for me. Back when I was in 8th grade, I was in the hospital over Thanksgiving and no one came to visit me. It kinda just ruined the holidays for me from them on.
The past couple years my brother hasn't really been around for the holidays. He's been in and out of rehab, and last year he was in jail. I had at least always gotten to talk to him on the phone. None of that this year.
My Thanksgiving will be spent in a hotel room with my puppy. My dad and step-mom are going to Cracker Barrel because we have no dining room table to eat on, even if my step-mom cooked something. They made it quite clear that I was to find my own thing to do on Thanksgiving. Of course my mom offered for me to go there with all of Ken (my step-dad's) family. If I actually felt welcome there, I would consider it. My mom does nothing but belittle and berate me when I'm over there. Ken's family just act's as if I'm not alive. Why would I want to subject myself to that, espeically during a period of time when I'm already a little off?
Why can't I just go back to last year at this time? I was actually happy in myself, my brother was still alive, I had my own place to live, I had someone to share my life with, and things just seemed easier (even though in December they got VERY hard).
Why does life have to change so drastically, so quickly? I realize a year seems like a long ammount of time, but it's just a drop in the bucket. 20 years from now, we will look back and wonder why we did the things today that we're doing. We'll laugh at what we wore, how we spoke, and at the things we did that we thought were cool. We'll remember how we thought life was tough and laugh at our ignorance. We'll remember past relationships and reminisce over lost loves and petty fights. We'll wonder why we got so upset over foolish things that never really had any importance to begin with. And 20 years from then, we'll sit back and do it all over again....
The holidays are always kind of a rough time for me. Back when I was in 8th grade, I was in the hospital over Thanksgiving and no one came to visit me. It kinda just ruined the holidays for me from them on.
The past couple years my brother hasn't really been around for the holidays. He's been in and out of rehab, and last year he was in jail. I had at least always gotten to talk to him on the phone. None of that this year.
My Thanksgiving will be spent in a hotel room with my puppy. My dad and step-mom are going to Cracker Barrel because we have no dining room table to eat on, even if my step-mom cooked something. They made it quite clear that I was to find my own thing to do on Thanksgiving. Of course my mom offered for me to go there with all of Ken (my step-dad's) family. If I actually felt welcome there, I would consider it. My mom does nothing but belittle and berate me when I'm over there. Ken's family just act's as if I'm not alive. Why would I want to subject myself to that, espeically during a period of time when I'm already a little off?
Why can't I just go back to last year at this time? I was actually happy in myself, my brother was still alive, I had my own place to live, I had someone to share my life with, and things just seemed easier (even though in December they got VERY hard).
Why does life have to change so drastically, so quickly? I realize a year seems like a long ammount of time, but it's just a drop in the bucket. 20 years from now, we will look back and wonder why we did the things today that we're doing. We'll laugh at what we wore, how we spoke, and at the things we did that we thought were cool. We'll remember how we thought life was tough and laugh at our ignorance. We'll remember past relationships and reminisce over lost loves and petty fights. We'll wonder why we got so upset over foolish things that never really had any importance to begin with. And 20 years from then, we'll sit back and do it all over again....