Another day another way to incessantly argue.
I was never really the type to talk back at her parents, trust me, I still am that type. It just take it all in and go to the bathroom and cry it all out. Apparently that's what made me thick skinned. I haven't cried in months.
Today felt a familiar sting. The sting of pressure, I get enough of that from my friends now from my mom. It's getting tiring, a person can only take so much until they explode.
Since I'm the only kid at home I get more time with the people here and thus more focus usually. Which can either suck or go a better direction.
I guess I feel pressured because I don't know who to talk to. And I have no idea why I'm splurging my thoughts on my blog for the world to see. Maybe I'm just lonely, since my sister is off somewhere distant for college while I'm stuck here, also in college, but stuck here.
Maybe the other reason why I actually want to leave is to escape everything. It's only July and I still have a long way to go. Now as I stare into my monitor with my eyes red and swollen I think about every single thing that made me cry.
I need to be stronger than this and remember that this is just another bump in the road.