Its been a while.
and i even doubt that people still read blogs these days.
I've been mad at myself, others, and myself. did i mention myself twice?
i did.
maybe its time to change my view on everything. start anew?
damnit, i wish i had a reason to start a new
but i guess that being me is easy compared to being someone else.
i wish i was in a different position.
when i go to school, i see all these people with top notch phones, ipods, head-phones, earphones, blah blah blah.
when i go out, my cousins are always buying expensive shit i can't afford.
when i stay at home, i see my shitty computer that's falling to pieces and how i can't even work on it properly without it crashing
after last year's awards night, everyone who played an instrument on that night, got a new one. everyone but me.
when i ask for something from my parents, it takes bloody years for me to get it.
last year, i asked for green bass strings for my bass, which were around 70+ and is the only thing i pretty much ask for.
dad said he'd get it for me, but he's all like, "oh the order's late" "uncle trevor went through an operation, and he can't send one over"
i'm still waiting.
maybe its just not my turn to be blessed.
i feel so jealous.
its not fair. some people are just born into wealth.
some people haven't even had the slightest taste of it.
dont you dare start complaining that you don't have money.
don't go complaining you "don't have money for credit" when you text and call 24/7
don't come telling me that you're so poor, and shit, when you go out shopping for expensive clothes, that one of your bloody pieces of clothing is worth more than my wardrobe with all my clothes in it.
i'm so filled with hate.
i wish that God would tell me that "money is not gonna be a problem"
i don't buy shit because i can't. not because i don't want to.
so please don't ask me why i "don't just buy one"
because i'm not like you, and i don't get 400 dollars a month from my parents.
and i even doubt that people still read blogs these days.
I've been mad at myself, others, and myself. did i mention myself twice?
i did.
maybe its time to change my view on everything. start anew?
damnit, i wish i had a reason to start a new
but i guess that being me is easy compared to being someone else.
i wish i was in a different position.
when i go to school, i see all these people with top notch phones, ipods, head-phones, earphones, blah blah blah.
when i go out, my cousins are always buying expensive shit i can't afford.
when i stay at home, i see my shitty computer that's falling to pieces and how i can't even work on it properly without it crashing
after last year's awards night, everyone who played an instrument on that night, got a new one. everyone but me.
when i ask for something from my parents, it takes bloody years for me to get it.
last year, i asked for green bass strings for my bass, which were around 70+ and is the only thing i pretty much ask for.
dad said he'd get it for me, but he's all like, "oh the order's late" "uncle trevor went through an operation, and he can't send one over"
i'm still waiting.
maybe its just not my turn to be blessed.
i feel so jealous.
its not fair. some people are just born into wealth.
some people haven't even had the slightest taste of it.
dont you dare start complaining that you don't have money.
don't go complaining you "don't have money for credit" when you text and call 24/7
don't come telling me that you're so poor, and shit, when you go out shopping for expensive clothes, that one of your bloody pieces of clothing is worth more than my wardrobe with all my clothes in it.
i'm so filled with hate.
i wish that God would tell me that "money is not gonna be a problem"
i don't buy shit because i can't. not because i don't want to.
so please don't ask me why i "don't just buy one"
because i'm not like you, and i don't get 400 dollars a month from my parents.
