one of these days i will make my parents understand that i’m really not 5 anymore…i’m an adult, and i can make adult decisions. of course, until that happens, i should just suck my thumb, and soil my diapers or something. just very very frustrating.
nothing much else today…2003 started with the same shit as 2002, the damn train was late…was as crowded as ever…and some dude gave me an evil glare because my coat was over the middle divide of the train seat…little bitch of a man…arrrgh.
i wish i had the answers to life…almost feel like i should…and sometimes the answers seem to be right within reach. if i just looked a bit harder, concentrated a little more…then i can see it, i can grasp it. but it always eludes me, as if it’s taunting me…dangling the carrot in front of the beast…so i go on…always thinking tomorrow will get better…but it doesn’t seem to. there’s bright spots, mind you, but on the whole, it’s never really better. i think i need to get the hell out of this right now…for my sanity, for my mental well being, i need to get out. once i do…i’m never asking them for anything again…they’ve more than taught me…asking my parents for help, is only inviting pain.