Whee. Another school year. Strange to think I'll be in high school this time next year. I feel like crap at the moment but my mom said I can't bug her about feeling sick for a while. I've taken six sick days so far this year and I needed every one of them. I just seem to keep getting sick. It's like a neverending chain of headaches, stomach aches and just feeling plain horrible...
My mom and my brother are out skating right now. I didn't wanna go. I think my brother wants to be a hockey player...I tell everyone that I want to be a writer. I honestly don't. The thought of something like that bores me. So does pretty much everything else. Really my entire life I've wanted to be a musician. I want to travel the world and meet people who love me in every place I am. I'd also love to make some crazy mistakes. That'd probably scare my overachieving family.
It's fascinating. I love everything my family hates. We see everything differently. My family thinks that people who dress like punks are stupid. I love the look. My dad actually told me that I could never bring home a punk boyfriend. They also hate any music with screaming in it. I think it's awesome. Do you know what my dad told me about a month ago. He said if I ever ran away from home he would probably strangle me when I was found. I don't really know him well enough to put it past him. He and I used to be so close, but then my parents got divorced and now he's pretty much a complete stranger. I try to avoid addressing him as anything. It just doesn't feel right to call someone you barely know dad.