Rant
In math, there is a wrong answer, and a right answer. There is no in-between. There are formulas to figure out problems and symbols to represent unknown things. Even infinity has a symbol. And that, friends, is why I like it so much.
Sometimes I wish life was more like math. I wish there was a certain formula or equation to figure out where my life is headed, or why people act a certain way. Or why things happen to me.
I hate that the two people I should be able to depend on the most are acting like children. It’s a constant battle, and somehow I always get caught in the cross-fire. I feel so alone here— any family that I could potentially reach out to lives 10 states away, and besides, they have lives.
Which is another thing I don’t have— A life. I feel like between work, school, and trying to keep the house tied down, I’ve sacrificed my rights as a teenager. Sometimes the big three (work, school, and family) interfere with each other, and that’s where things get complicated…
I try not to bitch like this, but you have to realize how hard it is… recently, one of the people who has made me the most happy has just walked out of my life, which introduced the terrible depression that comes along with rejection. This is a feeling that I could have gone my whole life without knowing and died a happy young lady (the random crying and mood swings is not fun for anyone).
But anyways, I’ll let everyone get back to their knitting. Have a great day.
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