Don't Rip The Pages Out of My Tragedy

This will be my last post until maybe late Saturday. Why? Well of course my life just keeps getting better. (note sarcasm)

First off I'm a bit angry at some of my friends. I've been trying to smile and be happy but it's becoming increasingly hard. So yes my friends do notice my blank stares off into space, that's what I do when I'm sad, I'm quiet and I'm blank. So some asked others continued to complain of their petty problems.

I can't stand it when someone complains about small childish things when someone somewhere is having the worst day of their life. I hate how they complain then go home to their perfect lives. I hate how they think they have it bad when they don't even come close to understanding how bad some of us have it. They go home to two loving parents, I come home to my mom a sleep, but still very loving. They come home to money, I come home to an 'ends meat' house. They call up their boyfriend to make plans, I comfort them after their boyfriend dumps them.

I always listen and now it's my time to be heard!

I've tried to relate myself to Shakespeare and it worked. Alright so obviously Shakespeare wrote tragedies. Well at times I feel like I'm a part of one, but not as a main role. No, more like on of those side characters who have like one line through out the whole book. But yet that character still knows the plot and possibly cares deeply about the main characters, but that character is never once cared about by the reader. Nope, they are just a small piece of something more.

Tomorrow during school my mom taking me out so that I can go with her to see my Aunt Dona. I agreed but I don't know if doing that was a good thing. I'll be away from most of the weekend so no updates or comments from me starting tomorrow.

My mom told me she's not the Dona we know and love. She's different and Mom wants me to know what's coming.