"What Had Happened Was..."

So, I'm pretty much tired of explaining myself to everyone. I'm tired of getting hella shit from people, telling me how "fucked up" I am for doing what I've done and for being with the person I'm with. I guess it does seem hella wrong if I were to look at it in a different person's perspective, but you know nothing. Before you make your assumptions about what kind of person I am, consider the situations I've been in, the emotional shit that I've been through, and the feelings you'd feel if someone like this walked into your life. Honestly, I don't think I'd be able to let that pass me by.

On a not-so-lighter note, my art teacher had me in tears today! My gosh. She had the class sit in a big ass circle and told us her sad stories about her family. Then she said to write a letter to someone you know, as if you may never be able to talk to them again. Of course, the first person who came to mind was my dad. I miss him, and wish that he didn't have to live in Washington. :'( Sigh.

Also, why does it seem like hella people have a pissed-off "fuck my life" typa vibe lately? It's bringing down my mood. When I'm finally content with things, almost everyone else is sad/mad/whatever. I feel guilty for being "happy" and knowing that I could do nothing to help them doesn't make anything better. Agh, whatever.

For every dark night, there's a brighter day.

"...DTM"

"What's 'DTM' mean? Dicktomouth?"

"Hahah, no!"

Justin's funny.

Have a gooood day/night.

;)