My Problem

My Problem

A Story by Ivey
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None given.

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    Dear friend,

 

          Everyone has their problems right? Are some just worse than others? Why do some people help when they are sad, and others hurt. I'm one of the people thta hurt. Sometimes I just get wrapped up in this overwhelming sence of depression that floods over me like a dark, black river. All I want to do is make someone else as sad as I am. As I am almost sure you do or have had parents, I'know you must understand how sometimes being a teenager can be difficult with them. With mine it is even more so than usual. I think it is becuase they show affection to me that I take my problems out on them. It really does bother me when they ask so many questions. I wish they woud just leavce me alone to sink into my self-pity. Tonight I hurt my father, really badly I think. Before I get into that, let me start at the beginning. This afternoon I asked my mother to help me cut a straight line and put my music in order. Well she cuts the papers and then scrambels my music all up and I did not have any page numbers on them. For some reason I just lost it. It drove me insane and I went off on her. All I wanted was for my music to be in order. So we are yelling and screaing as usual when it is time for me to leave for voice, of course, I cant drive myself becuase they don't trust me enough. That part really doesn't bother me. I deserve it. I wouldn't trust me either. But so we left for voice and I start singing. Singing is my passion. I'm not sure where I would be without it so when I sing I don't do it just for fun. I do it to help me. Well I have a favorite song, it's called Cassie by a wonderful band named Flyleaf. Mother HATES that song, but it is very good for me to warm up to becuase of the different octaives in it. She told me to stop singng that song or she was going to take me home, so like an idiot I finished the line I was on. So she turns around and takes me home. My dad walks in and immediately takes her side afterwards, as always. For once I would like to know how it felt for someone to take up for you. Its like everyone is against me no matter what. But anyways, so I go to my room to get away from him, and as usual, he follows. By this time I am in a complete rage, it gets so bad sometimes that I can't even see straight. I start getting really hot and jumpy and basically ready to fight. What does this mean? I'm not sure. I don't remember much after that. I feel kind of like my memory is erased or something, dad came bck in and said that I was low because apparently I told him to get his "crippled self out of my room".  I honestly cant remember saying that. But oh well. I'm sure I did. I feel bad now though, eve though I cant remember saying it. Maybe I shoud just be one of those people who doesn't talk. It would seem to make a world a better place. That's all of the fight though. Sorry to bore you so much. (:

 

   On the plus side, I finished The Perks Of Being A Wallflower today. It is an amazing book. I can relate to some of the thing that that boy goes through in his life. I started the book Thirteen Reasons Why today as well. My friend Kim back at Walker told me about it and I just now got aroun to getting it. It's this girl's sucide letter kind of. It's really sad, but it makes me feel better about my life. That's all for tonight. Thank you for listening to my rants.

 

 

    Love always,

              Ivey-Marie.

© 2010 Ivey


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Jasper, AL



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I'm Ivey. Fifteen. Singing is my talent but I'm attempting to take up writing. Music is life. That's about it. :) Later. more..

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