die Entschuldigung (part two of the installments of The End is Nigh)

But just when I started making actual money (after numerous expensive extracurricular activities payments) I started real drama. Prom and the horrors of what no means is something girls really need to understand. NO MEANS NO. Manipulating me into it, I went to prom and am still recovering from how crazy the night was for me mentally. Financially, I like to tell myself that things will always come up. A nice, fuel inefficient van really help retain my paychecks, but hey, at least I have transportation. 


I hate rich friends. They ruin everything. When they have everything you want, it is very hard not to be envious, especially when they even have sympathetic parents. 


Next on my list of friends that I hate are people who are too pretentious, ignorant, stubborn and so very shallow. You know if this person wasn't stupid in general, I  think that we would be better friends... (sadly so, but the closest to the truth that I can get)

 I know way to many people who were raped. on further note, why do so many people tell me so much about their lives? I never wanted to know about your sex live, certain co-worker... Also, I've grown tired of stating over and over again, "I don't do that man/bro/girl." It really is a waste of time, money and focus... 


I would like to apologize for any excessive rudeness and critical-ness I have shown all the people that I have talked to and would like to say that in a resolution-esqe format, I promise to cut down the meaner parts of my brain. Also, I hope to apologize to those that I have wronged. 


You don't know about life until you seen at least a summary of what I've seen is something I like to think. Life is great and the greatness can be lost to a point that life hurts. I remember my friends turning on me, growing distant from some, watching a sister get taken from me and seen a father just disappear. I've shocked myself into a realization that my childhood is no real childhood. I don't remember much truly happy moments.... Sad and ominous I realize, but you have to understand that since my parents have broken p, I have changed, I am much colder and much better at adapting.