Vacation was great...until yesterday. yesterday, we were coming home, and we stopped at my uncle's house (about an hour and a half from home), and my mom tripped on some lose gravel and fell. She broke her ankle in two different places. Now she'll most likely need surgery and my dad has to have surgery on his elbow. So my sister and I aren't going to be able to get away much this summer, and money will be soooo tight!! I feel bad for my parents. Things are really going to be hard for a while.
So I will once again be stressed out!! My grandma is coming back today, which means it will be even harder to help my mom out. I have a piano lesson today, and church tonight. So my sister will have to take me.
I know my mom is still here, but I really miss her because, she isn't feeling well, and I almost feel like she isn't even here.
So now, i'm stressed out again. And I probably will be for a while. This is pretty much my last summer with my sister, and i don't think we're going to get to do much together. I don't blame it on my mom at all, but I just wish things had gone the way we planned them.
So vacation was great, but now we're back to the real world, and the real world has just gotten even tougher than it was before.
I really wish I just had a friend around right now. I have my sister, but someone else, also. I just need a friend right now. But then again, I've done fine without one for this long, why change anything. I'm so used to keeping things to myself, that I'm starting to wonder...if I had a good friend that lived aroudn here, would I open up to him/her? I can't see myself really doign that much. I open up to you guys, but sometimes i can't even do that. I'm really rambling right now, huh? Wow, three R's. Yes, so I should stop rambling now.
I guess I'm done for now. Okay maybe not. It just seems like, when things are finally getting good, soemthing happens to ruin it. And I feel like it's my fault. Like I'm doing something wrong to bring this on myself. I just can't figure it out. I thought things were finally getting better for at least a little while, but a little while turned out to be less than a week.
The bad thing is, I've had a feelign that something bad was going to happen. The feeling has not left me yet, so I'm afraid that the worst is yet to come.
Random note: I don't know if I have a mental illness or not. I know I said that I don't believe I do, but I keep contradicting myself over and over and over. I'm so sick of it. It doesn't make much of a difference whether I have one or not, though. I'm miserable, and then I'm happier than imagineable, and then I'm miserable, and it's a constant cycle that gets so old. So it isn't going to make much difference if it's bipolar, or if it's just being a teenager, or what.
My back is all bruised up. Don't ask why, because I don't know why. I just know that it hurts really bad. But I dont' want to complain about it anymore, because I'm sure a broken ankle hurts worse. But I do sort of wish I had my mom to pet me. She's here, but she's miserable, and I don't want her to worry about my back. I feel like I'm split so many ways. Part of me wants to be a mature adult, and part of me wants to be a child, and part of me wants to just be a teen, but I'm not sure what just being a teen is. I guess it's wanting to be both and adult and a child. I dont' really want to be a child, but I have soem "childish desires". Or maybe they aren't childish. I want more attention, and hugs and everything. But I've decided to be content without for now. I get hugs pretty often, and I don't really need more. I guess it's just that there's a part of me that doens' t want to grow up, because I don't want thigns to change. And now it's all so clear to me, that everything is changing. I'm changing and my world is changing. And there's not a thing that i can do about it, but to accpet it. And at tiems I do, but at times it's hard to. This was my last real vacation that I'll have with my family. Next summer, everything will be different. Where did all of the time go? How did it slip away before I had time to grasp it? How did something so precious slip away so quickly.
Sorry for my rambling.
Oh, and btw, I feel like I've lost one of my friends, and my other friends never want to talk to me. I don't know why, but I guess it's okay. I don't want to get closed to anyone who relaly doesn't even want to talk to me. I"ll probably make friends next year anyway.
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