I'm back although most of you probably don't even know I left. I decided to get away for a while. I was tired of all the bitching and goings on of homelife. So Benji, Kyle, Rachel and I went camping and had a pretty good time of it, despite the fact that Florida has banned having campfires till it freakin rains.
But since being back I feel cold and misplaced. I know most of you reading probabaly think this is just a diary of an angstful 17 year old. Well, maybe it is. Maybe that's all it really is. But I do know that what I feel is real. So it is what it is and that's all.
A friend of mine gave me this really good idea. I should keep a journal of all the times I feel mistreated or all the times I feel like my parents are being shitty. I can keep it all through my teen years and that way I won't make the same mistakes as they did when I'm a dad. I'm sure I could be a good dad someday. I hope so anyhow. Sometimes you just never know. Do you think all the times your own parents messed up has some effect on you? I mean, I'm sure it does and as much as I hate to side with them. They are people after all, just like me? And we all know people make mistakes. I sure make enough of them. What can you do though?
By the way. I have some really interesting news.... shit... my parents need my assistance. Isn't that just the shit? Well, I'll have to get back at you next time.
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