Sunday, February 13, 2011
(Insert Bitchy Teen-Feuled Title Here)
Ohhhmygoodness. Time like these are times where I wish I would have just gone to AOA and I wouldn't have to deal with things like this! I could have snowboarded all the time and I'd ride everyday and wouldn't have to deal with my parents! I moved away from my dad thinking things would be better. Thinking that I wouldn't have to take shit from the person who I'm supposed to be able to go to anything for; my parent. I'm extremely smart, and I know it. But I can't stand the school here. All of the teachers blow whale d*** and don't give a flying f*** about their students. They say they'll stay after school with you and what not, but even when you do, they don't help. I have one close friend here, I don't know what I'd do without her. But she's not really the kind of person that I'd call crying like I am now... And the boy that I absolutely love would rather make jokes or push it off like "awh it's okay" or "she's wrong". But I guess the reality of it is that no matter what anyone says everything will still be the same. I can't describe it really, how shitty I feel. I want to go back to Stow. Actually, I'd rather be at AOA. But I don't have 100,000 dollars for school right now. Or any of the schools I looked at... To be away from my parents and be able to be independent would take an insane amount of stress off of me. It also doesn't help that I can't do anything else right. I can't get my two point perfect and I can't get an A on tests anymore no matter how much I study or I can't just go out and run eight miles. Things like that are what's killing me. I want to be something great, but no one else thinks I can do it. I'm gonna prove everyone wrong. And all the people who think they were there, but pissed me off. They won't be in my life at all. All of this just because she told me I'm not good enough. Ha. Bitch. You think you have it rough? Try to be in my shoes. You weren't in all Honors and AP courses in highschool. You weren't a girl in two male dominated sports. Your parents didn't live 800 miles apart. You didn't have all of the things I do. So shut the hell up. Just because you weren't me doesn't mean you have to hate on me. I try so hard. And you don't appreciate it at all. Well guess what, you won't be the one I'm thanking when I'm standing on the first place podium with a gold medal with the rest of the US olympic eventing team. I'll have no one to thank but myself, and whoever else helps me get there. I only have to rely on you for a few things because I have to. Believe me. If I didn't, I'd be long gone.
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