11/29/07 08:31 pm
I want to die.
I don't deserve anything else anymore. Just pain.
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I was sick today and couldn't get out of bed for the most part. To be honest I didn't want to either. I want the sheets to swallow so I'll never have to face the world again.
I've been thinking about the whole Holland/Texas thing. If my mother doesn't change her mind (again) I have a big choice to make. So I'm going to write a list of pro's and con's because right now I can't think of any other way to compare it.
Texas
Pro's
My father is a lot more tolerant and understanding of me, and knows much better how to treat and talk to me. People speak English. More people there who are on the average quite a bit friendlier. More cute boys on skateboards XD
Bigger chance of things to do.
Con's
It'll be harder to get out of the country and back to Europe. Less freedom. A lot of stupid religious people and people that actually ask "Do you speak English in England?"
I might just move out in two years to England anyway.
Holland
Pro's
Lot's of freedom and open-mindedness. It's a city so it's closer to everything. Easier to go back to England.
Con's
People on the average aren't that nice, my mother isincredibly hard to live with. HUGE language barrier. Much harder to make friends because of it. Ignored a lot. Boredom. Really lonely.
Yesterday I had a long look in the mirror. My thighs have gotten bigger. Greedy cow. I finally just took apart the razor and used it. But it's only about ten (well fifteen) small ones on my ankle, so I'm telling myself it doesn't count.
Had my hair done today. I like it at least. First two are edited to make me look nice, the rest show the real me.
I know I shouldn't be feeling like this because there is no way I deserve it.
I know there are people out there who have bigger problems.
I know I should just shut my mouth and act happy even if I'm not because there is no reason to be a bitch and call attention to myself. Yes I feel terrible and fat and ugly and stupid and rejected but it's really just my problem because I was the one who did all of that to myself. If I was such a good, attractive person why would people still treat me like this?
They wouldn't.
Because in their behavior and reaction to me I see who I really am. A pathetic desperate failure. It's a breakthrough really, the way I see it.
My mother is finally taking me to a doctor next Thursday. Then I can know if all this pain is just something I'm making up. That sounded ridiculous because I don't really know how to phrase it. It's like you can't really explain what sadness feels like. Not really.
I'm sorry if anybody who does read this feels like their lives have just been wasted by yet another idiotic teenage girl.
Truly sorry.
Someone really should paint an L on my forehead. =(
I really don't feel much like posting today.