this is my life

my life consist of broken things. my ipod doesn't charge proberbly, my computer keeps either loosing sound on one speaker or some keys doesn't work, my tv's remote doesn't work and my car has it's corks, not to mention my phone that keeps going black. but these broken things are mine.. these things symbolize the core of my life. atleast with them i know whats wrong, and their fine by me. It's somewhat different with me. i don't know what's wrong with me, but aperantly it's everything acording to my parents.

I try to not let their appenion hit me, but bassicly it's my own... i don't know what to believe.. is it true or just them getting into my head?!

..sigh! i'm just so tired and sad every day, and i wanna escape


well as i'm baring my soul, my mother knocks on the door, and make me come down and vacume.. so much for what i'm good for


~maria

evolving

me and j had a conversation about evolving, just kidding around. Later it got me thinking that, while i'm in this much therapy now, that it i'm enevadbly gonna change, or evovle if you will, a lot. And i'm afraid that he's not gonna do it with me. cuz then we'd risk growing apart..

well just a thought before bed..

g'night

^maria