  Today was boring...and my room is a mess, i need to do some major cleaning. I have to sweep up dead bugs and clean the spiderwebs around here.
We had thunderstorms today, it was great. The sky was bright as day till about 10PM. It was different shades of purple, pink, yellow, green, blue and black, I took some pictures. I loved it, the feeling the light cast on the ground was creepy. I found a frog outside and my brother threw a rock on top of it. Small frog, big rock = guts out of the frog's mouth. Poor frog, I felt bad about it. I'm having another one of my sad spells....just a feeling of loving myself/disliking myself.
I always have the feeling that my life is just one big lie. No stability in it at all. I don't even feel like writing anymore because everything turns out the same, another pessimistic piece of crap that people think is great. Gah, I hate reading what I write, it's a load of bullshit to me at times, but it's true. Many of us don't have happy things to write about or uplifting things to make you feel better. In some ways it's easier to write about sad things or dark things, probably because we all associate with it more at this point in our lives.
"Teen Angst" ha! what a load of crap! I don't like that term...so stereotypical. I don't concern myself with trivial things. What i worry about most is what will become of me. If you know my circumstances you can figure it out, if you don't, well maybe i'll tell you later on.... 
