The Ex...

He didn't know how to touch, he didn't talk at all
It was always like we were separated by a wall.
I still don't know why I said yes
Maybe I wanted to be alone less?
Sure he was nice, caring, and cute
But I was so stressed til I gave him the boot.
Two months of nausea and days full of stress
I wondered if we could clean up this mess.
I gave him some time but he still didn't alter
I needed to leave him, I could no longer falter.
I worked up the courage and told him goodbye
He didn't see it coming, I still don't know why.

Hey There...

Ok so I randomly decided that I wanted a blog, so here I am. Why not make a blog after midnight? It's not like I have a history research project or a time capsule due next week, neither of which I have started. But that's because we have two weeks left of school and I just want out. I don't want to do any more work. I want to have fun. And trust me, researching death camps and the Holocaust is not my idea of fun.
So i just got back from picking my brother up at his girlfriends house. They had their rec dance tonight and then he went back to her house for a while. The entire ride there, all my mom did was bitch about everything, as usual. The entire ride back, all she did was ask Michael nonsensical questions about the dance. Honestly, she never shuts the fuck up, and I can't stand it. I defended Michael, saying look, he's exhausted and not in the mood for your ridiculous questions. Result: I got bitched at. As usual. How is it that she can let him stay out until 12:30 am and then bitch that she's exhausted and doesn't want to be out picking him up and that she didn't want him out in the first place? I'm telling you, parents suck. They are hypocritical, they are not understanding, and all they do is make their childrens lives hellish... sorta like a micro-holocaust at home.
I have to pee, so this blog must come to an end.