Post by Juen on Jan 15, 2008 20:52:22 GMT -5
Day 1.
My dad got my this journal...told me to write things down on a daily basis. Doesn't he see that I'm almost 18 and that I don't need to be writing my life story down. Maybe he expects me to be the kind of guy who'll be writing a biography when I'm rich and famous. Right now he's using the excuse that it'll get out frustrations...and I thought he didn't care that I was bullied at school.
I guess he is right though...I don't talk about what happens to me at school, not to him and not to anyone else and sometimes it burns inside. I'll be sitting at the dinner table with my dad and I'll want to say something to him so badly. Yell at him. But I sit there and eat my creamed corn and hamburger stew and keep my mouth shut. I don't think I even know the definition of free speech...I certainly don't have it and it's as much my fault as the rest of the world. I choose to keep things to myself. When people talk shit about things and I disagree I keep my mouth shut and avoid eye contact...as if that would give me away to those bastards. When they ask me I agree...like a hypocrite...I hate being a hypocrite.
I hate this world that I live in. They spout words of universal human tolerance...but it's a load of bullshit.
It pisses me off but....this is the most I've said about it. Does writing bring this kind of boldness?
Nice first entry I guess....
My dad got my this journal...told me to write things down on a daily basis. Doesn't he see that I'm almost 18 and that I don't need to be writing my life story down. Maybe he expects me to be the kind of guy who'll be writing a biography when I'm rich and famous. Right now he's using the excuse that it'll get out frustrations...and I thought he didn't care that I was bullied at school.
I guess he is right though...I don't talk about what happens to me at school, not to him and not to anyone else and sometimes it burns inside. I'll be sitting at the dinner table with my dad and I'll want to say something to him so badly. Yell at him. But I sit there and eat my creamed corn and hamburger stew and keep my mouth shut. I don't think I even know the definition of free speech...I certainly don't have it and it's as much my fault as the rest of the world. I choose to keep things to myself. When people talk shit about things and I disagree I keep my mouth shut and avoid eye contact...as if that would give me away to those bastards. When they ask me I agree...like a hypocrite...I hate being a hypocrite.
I hate this world that I live in. They spout words of universal human tolerance...but it's a load of bullshit.
It pisses me off but....this is the most I've said about it. Does writing bring this kind of boldness?
Nice first entry I guess....
Sacha