I'm writing a story called life.

It makes me angry when everyday I realize that this moment is life. It's not something that comes in a few years, it's now. I'm pretty sure there's a god up there, but I don't think he's just sitting there scrutinizing our every move. I don't know what will happen when I die, but I want to learn to make the best of every situation. Haha I can already tell I have the "church curse" as my mother calls it. I wont ever be 'normal'.
Today was ok. No, not ok...today was...sufficiently amusing^^. Margaret officially dislikes me for my choices. I can understand where she's coming from because to her it's not fair that I'm making the choices in which I am. There are also many, many other things she holds against me. This morning she was getting after me for talking to guys and especially about Danny (in which my mother announced that we're broken up. thanks mother). I got fed up with her.
"Margaret go to hell." I said, my attempt to bite back the words I've so desperately wanted to say to her for a while too late. She raised a brow.
"That would be ironic!" She said, sniffing. I couldn't help but start to laugh. I love us.
Anyhow, I went to school today and blah blah. Failed a math test, fucking pretended to give a damn. (sorry for that) For the first time in weeks I wanted to be home^^. I've lost interest. I was thinking that maybe I should start caring about the church so I can go live somewhere else. Meh. That would be like putting a bridge back up and walking across it and then burning it so I have to make it all over again. Too bad^^ Aw damn, this means I can't spend the summer in Delaware! Ugh. This sucks. Whatever I guess I should have better things to do than this haha. byes...