Like the name says, I dont know what i'm suposed to do. With my life, my time, my family, my "friends", my everything. What am I suposed to do? What the hell am I suposed to do? I'm going to be starting college full-time, soon as finacial aid kicks in (and that's assuming it will, and with my luck it won't) and raising a new-born, so tell me when i'll have time for a job that pays enuf to move out, to leave, to finally be free and independant? I really don't. I wanted to get a job instead, but they told me I HAD to go to college, so why do I get yelled at about not having money? That's not my fault. Yea getting prengant was, but it's a thing I wouldn't change bcuz it is for the better. They don't understand that, they don't get it. They still look at me as this screw-up, who is going to hell, they're bad child who never does anything right but they don't see how much better I have gotten... Do they comment on the fact that I actually go to church now? That at times I WANT to go to church now? That i've stopped using drugs, all kinds, and drinking, that i'm going to start college, that i'm cleaning around the house, helping around the house, trying to be agreeable, trying to be a good person? No they don't. All they do is focus on the bad. They don't see how much I have changed and how much better things are... Tho they're not really bcuz I still hurt. Everyday. Every second, every time I let my gaurd down... So it's not better really, it's just different. Everything I used to believe is being all twisted around and changed. Things about my family and my friends are no longer clear, they're all muddled. And in being more confsuing, they hurt even more, but god forbid I think that... What the hell am I supsoed to do now? We've lived with my grandparents my entire life, amd I just supsoed to fuckin die here? My mom can't get a job either.. All she says is God knows, so that must not have been the right job for me... But wat the hell IS the plan then? What is suposed to happen... I try as hard as I can to be strong and believe that things will work out, but will they ever? I can't stay here an d share a room with my brother AND a new-born baby, consantly being yelled at or degraded (tho mostly unintential) for much longer. I just can't. All I want to do is cry (but I think it's the hormones coz I don't do that, I dont.. Cry I mean) Everything anyone does just hurts.. I was so happy about this new job my mom was gonna get, it was the perfect oppurtunity and everything was going good... Then she was turned down, again.. Why? I just don't get it.. EVerything anyone does just hurts... My brother trys, he really does. He doesn't get that the shit he does hurts so bad.. That he can't respect anything, that he ruins everything, him and his friends.. By ruin everything I mean my stuff, they have no respect for it, and his friends are constantly here.. It's like I dont matter, my things don't matter, my feelings don't matter... But he doesn't get it.. Probly coz he's to high to get it, but mostly it's that he just doesn't realize it... He is that person who has everything handed to him, looks, athleticism, friends, popularity, love, hell he even has more money that I do coz people just give it to him.. He's out there having sex, doing drugs and I'm the one who ends up pregnant... Just my luck tho right? Everything little things that can do wrong in my life, does... And it's the little things that hurt so damn bad.. Like right now, i'm already having a hard time emotionally and what happens? I break the fuckin comp desk, knock the damn keyboard to the ground where it becomes unplugged so I have to move the modem around so's I can fix it and in doing that I knock more cords loose that I have to fix... I don't need stuff like that at times like this.. When i'm so stressed out I can't hardly function.. I just keep saying i'm fine, coz what else am I supossed to do? Scream and cry and say I need help? I can't do that... I can't.. What the hell am I suposed to do now... I am so consued about everything, but everytime I try to ask a question, I get this guilty feelings inside me, like I should'nt be quesitining god and the things that happen.. But how am I ever suposed to understand or come to terms if I don't ask? I can't get ahold of my dad either.. No big surprise there, it's just that it would be nice to see him.. Be nice to tell him he's gonna be a grampa... Ya know? I could pay ten dollars and have his phone number, I checked it out online a few times... But can anyone lend me that, or help me find him? No, bcuz it's to much money and hell, the number and addy or probly wrong anyway since that's my luck.. Besides, he don't wanna be found obvioulsy.. What the hell am I suposed to do now? When I can't stay here any longer, but I have to, when I have no body to hold me and tell me it's ok, when I know that I never WILL have anyone to hold me.. To love... IDK... Sometimes' life sux... And people have it worse than me which is why I hate to complain.. But just bcuz they do, don't mean I can't hurt... IDK... Just felt like venting I geuss...