|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
| I never thought I'd see the day when I posted in this Xanga two days in a row. When things seemed as though they were looking up, something bad was waiting around the corner. I'm starting to think there's somebody that hates me up there. My mom didn't find out about the accident, but she noticed a scratch on the side of my car and started to get extremely worried. I wouldn't have gotten that scratch if my mom didn't ask me to drive her that one day, but I digress. My sister was there to translate as she kept on yelling about how I shouldn't be driving with my friends, because she assumed they were a bad influence and thinks that they'll be the cause of my death. If anything, I'm the one who's the bad influence when it comes to driving and my friends are there to tell me to be more careful, but I didn't want to say anything because either way, she wouldn't listen. She would keep making all of these crazy assumptions. I had to tell her about the accident, which didn't make things that much better. We're just going to wait if the guy I hit is going to take much action, if any. As for now, my mom doesn't want me driving the car at all. I'm not too upset about that, but what I'm really upset about is how she wanted to get me a car all of this time, and suddenly, she wants to take it back just because it's too dangerous. She says it's okay if I take it out for dates, but not for hanging out with the guys. Okay, what difference does that make?! And this was just a brief summary of what ensued. I just want to know why she got me a car if she knew about all the risks. I wish she would just let me grow up. She has already let go five of her children, so why stop there? To top it all off, she doesn't want people over my house now, period. I mean, what can I say?
It probably doesn't seem like much reading this, but I'm extremely frustrated now. Very. You have no idea.
Have a day. | | |
| This summer has turned from one of the best summers I've ever had to one of the worst, and it looks as though it may not get much better. I dodged a bullet last week when I didn't get in trouble running that red light at the boulevard at such a high speed. I may not be so lucky this time around, though. For those who didn't know, I got into a little car accident yesterday. I didn't think that my situation would affect me so much. If you don't know about my situation, all I'm going to say is that it involves a girl. I'm just extremely frustrated that it didn't go as well as I would like, but we can't always get what we want. Still, I've never felt this way before about anybody, and it's obviously taking a toll on me. I try to get my mind off of it, but the only way I could do that is hanging out with my friends. Even so, I almost hurt a couple of my friends in the accident yesterday and it makes me wonder, do I have to avoid seeing them as well? The weekends are the only thing I look forward to, but if the accident comes back to bite me in the ass royally, I might lose those as well. If that happens, what's there to look forward to now? What's my motivation? I've talked to her a handful of times, and I feel as though I've said all I've had to say, so I can't really do much else with that. I still want to be friends with her, but it's so hard to look at her the same way I used to. I might not ever look at her the same way I used to. Perhaps time will tell, but I'm starting to get really impatient and it's not going to help much if I can't even simply go outside and vent my frustration by screaming at the top of my lungs. You can say whatever you want about this post, but all I ask of you guys is to please not bad mouth her.
Have a day.
| | |
| Okay, I believe I have seen enough of this shit. Apparently, somebody can't let bygones be bygones. Not only that, this person is a freaking hypocrite saying that he's "too big to be beefing with people." Yet, he still makes the same ol' immature comments directed at a certain group of people I would like to consider my second family. It seems as though he's more focused on getting back at the people he has turned his back on and blaming them for being different from him. Don't rappers usually beef with other rappers? I heard that Iceman totally killed the shit out of him...Case in point. Hell, my left nostril can probably spit a better game. "Lameworks??" Yeah, it's lame and it doesn't work. Though I'd like to congratulate him for knocking up his Asian girlfriend. Okay, I could care less if she was Asian, white, black, Hispanic, a man, etc. It's still going to end up being the same way: Where's the child support?? Perhaps he should become a butcher instead of a rapper, and sell all of the beef he has got with us. I'm not longer going to be a neutral party in this crossfire. It ends here.
Have a day. | | |
| Over the times, my parents usually poke fun at me about how I can't speak Vietnamese or how I don't have a girlfriend and I would just ignore it. I didn't think it was so serious when I said the word "crazy" underneath my breath, and my mom actually cried about it. How is that fair, though? They joke about me all the time, and when I finally respond, a merely minuscule response at that, the tables have turned? If I had known she would've been so sensitive about it, I probably would've kept my mouth shut, but everybody has their limits, and how do they know that I'm not as sensitive as she was? Give me some feedback, please.
Have a day. | | |
| Don't you hate it when it seems as though you have a good thing going with somebody? You'll have your laughs and overall, you two are just having a good time. This person will even tell you that she likes you. All of a sudden, she hooks up with somebody else and leaves you behind. You think to yourself: "What have I done wrong? I thought everything was going okay." You see her riding in somebody else's car.
After awhile, you'll see her nowadays wearing her miserable mask holding hands with her newfound friend, who could care less about how she feels just as long as he can get that ass. No matter how hurt she is, though, she claims to "love" him when, in reality, she actually loves his car, his money, and his car. People take the word "love" for granted. When she has nobody else to confide in, who does she come to? Great decision, golddigger. Next time, think before you leap... into that car.
(Side note: This actually occured awhile ago, but it didn't really peak until now. This post has nothing to do with me at the moment.)
Have a day. | | |
|
