have you ever fantasized about death? or am i the only one?>>
i don`t know why i was thinking of that. i guess i feel as if i`m unaccomplished, and what would happen if i died randomly? i wonder if anyone would care. i wonder if anyone would feel bad for any shit that they put me through. hmm...such a thought to think about...i`ll think about it later.
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i fucked up in driving AGAIN today. i fucked up yesterday, too. i`ll just keep on fucking up. damn right turns. i always make them too wide. i always get scared that i`m gonna kill someone on the right side if i make a turn not-so-wide. and i SWEAR God is just sending FATASS trucks at me when i make those right turns. there`s always one coming right at me, and today is the second day i almost killed myself over it. i`ll never get my license. my dad makes my license seem so unappealing. i`ll never free myself. i`ll just ask for rides to go to school WHEN I`M IN COLLEGE, and i`ll take the bus, or call a cab, and i`ll spend half my annual salary on the bus and cabs and gas money to compensate for the people who drive me around. on top of that, i won`t go to my college of my choice because i`ll just have my DAD pick me up and drop me off for the fucking REST OF MY LIFE. i`ll go to ugly SAN JOSE FUCKING STATE and stay in FUCKING SAN JOSE for the FUCKING REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE. and i won`t become what i want to become. i`ll just be...fuck...i don`t know. i`ll become something i don`t want to be, that`s for sure. THERE YOU GO. another way for my family to get what they want. i`ll stay in town, i won`t drive, and i`ll fucking live at home for the next century. and when i finally DO move out, i`ll just move into a fucking apartment when i`m fucking 40 years old with fucking six cats to fucking keep me company. there. i`ve fucking predicted my future, and am i happy with it? NO. fucking shits. i work my ass off for SHIT. it`s always not good enough for SOMEONE. fucking assholes just be happy with what i CAN do than what i CAN`T DO. i`m not SUPERWOMAN. LEAVE ME ALONE. I HATE YOU for making me like this. i HATE being like this. i HATE complaining. i HATE having someone give me shit for complaining. i HATE having to think that it`s all my goddamn fault. SHIT. I`m SORRY okay?! cut me some fucking slack. at least you have someone like me doing shit FOR you. i`m your fucking doormat. i sacrifice my own fucking rest and leisure time to make you fucking happy. to make myself feel competent and complete. jesus christ. ergh...
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and all because i can`t make right turns.