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is going to be fairly personal. In fact, this may be the most personal thing ever write. But I doubt anyone reads this, so it doesn't really matter:
I grew up with a lot of neglect. My mom didn't really know what she was doing in parenting and most of my life she was a single mother. She was angry at a lot of things, and I became angry at a lot of things, namely her. For a long time in my life, I felt it was me against my mom. I wish I never felt that way, but things happen as they will.
I also grew up with little friends. Since my mom was always working (one, two, sometimes three jobs), I was always at a caretaker's, which makes it pretty hard to invite friends over. Plus my mom didn't know any other parents. And I was different than the other kids. I loved school and the social interaction since I was lonely most of the time outside. When I wasn't at school, I read. A lot. I dwelved into the lives of other, more interesting people. It kind of made up for not having friends at times, but maybe I've always felt empty.
I never really fit in with anyone, as much as I've tried. I'm just different in someway and very few people are "my people." In junior high, I went through my 'non-comformist' stage. Looking back on it, it's embarrassing, but it's a part of me. I felt accepted, but it was a trying effort. I was depressed and I was still very empty. And as much as I regretted it, I cut myself. The scars themselves are embarrassing, but they are a reminder of what I don't want my life to be anymore.
Unfortunately, not much has changed. I'm not self destructive, but all the time I feel like if anyone sees the scars that they would label me psychotic. I've made a lot of mistakes. A lot of stupid mistakes in attempts to understand myself and who I am. But I'm still confused. Life has always been confusing to me. People are confusing to me. But most of all, I confuse myself. I'm not sure what I believe in, I'm not sure what I like, and I'm not sure who I am in this world. I don't know what my goals are, I feel sometimes I force myself toward a certain goal just because I said it aloud and that now if I don't complete it, I'm a failure. One thing I never wanted from myself was to end up unhappy in a job that is going nowhere. I always wanted to make something of myself. When I was little, I wanted to be famous because that meant that everyone would love me. I know the other side of that story now, but it makes me wonder a lot of the time what makes someone well-liked. I've tried a lot of things. I've tried being funny and I've tried being nice. I've tried being mean. But I always end up feeling very alone. I feel like I've missed out on a lot trying to make friends. I always just wanted a normal life. And the thing is, I never really try anything but to be myself now, but how can you do that when you don't even know who you are?
Maybe we aren't suppose to understand. And maybe I'm not the only one who is confused. But I really just don't want to be lonely anymore.
Until next time.
Wow. Right now I'm attempting to do my report on the factors that contribute to drug usage and went to use 'Abovetheinfluence.com' to use as a source and... wow. I'm very disappointed. It's like a ten year old compiled it together. It's all over-generalizations and propaganda. I guess not much has changed since the seventies. I honestly believe that something smart would exist on this website. There are many good arguments that could be made against drug trends. Tons. But our government is wasting money on this bullshit. I don't believe I've ever been this let down by the opposing side; this should be a win for me and drug users alike. But this site is just sad. It makes me worried for our youth is this is the bullshit they put into their heads. If anyone buys this crap, we're all doomed.
And as for the over-generalizations: seriously? They take one fact and exploit the hell out of it. They make pot smokers seem overly paranoid and completely unattentive at the same time. That's not even logical! And they use the most moronic character. It's an oversimplification of the side effect marijuana may cause. Propaganda pisses me off so much. Advertising is one thing, but propaganda is immoral. It's twisting facts and presenting them into something that is completely false. Advertising is glorifying truths. Please don't EVER confuse the two because if I EVER end up stuck, using propaganda, that's when I've lost myself.
I can't even concentrate on my paper because of this website. That's how atrocious it is. Complete, utter disappointment.
Until next time.