SolemnStarr

I wish people would stop characterizing me based on my family. I'm my own person! I choose what I do and who I am! If I decide To get good grades then who are you to tell me otherwise. My whole like I've surprised people... You can do that? You get strait A's? You don't do drugs? Why are you so surprised?! So what my parents are high school drop-outs. So what my parents support the legalization of marijuana. How does that define me? I can't choose my parents.

Misery Loves Company I'm lost, torn, shattered, ripped to shreds, unsure of the future, scared of the past and wasting the present. There's too much to fix so I wallow in despair, I sit here and wonder if people care. Do I want to know? No, I already know the answer but I won't accept it. It's easier to think nobody would care if I slowly drifted of and vanished into thin air, but they do. For that reason solely I remain, telling myself it gets better, completing the day. Is it better? No, there's still fighting, pain, confusion, anger, is it so wrong to wish it all away? Of course it is! This is your life, don't throw it all away! It's