Dynamics

So, I'm sitting in front of my friends computer and I don't know why I am here. I'm here because of fucking habit. I'm tired, getting into a disagreement with another friend and its fucking Thursday and 11 o'clock. WHY AM I HERE?!?!?

This blows. I feel incredibly out of place in the house I should feel completely at ease.

They are talking about things, that I can't put an input and they don't care. At all. And it sucks. I know it is my turn to be this one, but still it's really hurting and I don't want it to.

That first part was written a while ago and now I am better. Went to the counsellor yesterday and she said I did incredibly well considering my age (17). And today my Spanish teacher told me word for word, "I'm not giving up on you!" As I was leaving the class! I WAS SO HAPPY! I'm getting 57.6% in the class, i was getting 45 something-or-rather a couple weeks before. This week has been so awesome so far. Oh I also reconciled with my long time ex BF G. Yet he kind of confessed his undying love for me, not so into that. I don't re-date, just one of my many rules. I just don't go for the sloppy seconds, its kinda pitiful in my books. Though it really depends on the person. For G, no I would NOT get back together. Our relationship ended for a reason and those reasons are still there. Sorry Honey, not going to happen.

Me and My Sister in 20 Years

Guess who is who?






She sat in front of her sipping the delicate foam from atop the café latte out of the round Starbucks cup. The French manicured hand flipped pages of the Georgia Straight in a frustrated manor. A sigh breached her painted lips.
“So, what have you been up to?” Her irritation swept through each word as her right hand slammed the paper closed.
She stuttered an answer forward. “I…well…you know. In my field it’s kinda slow sometimes.” She scrapped the back of her calf with her hiker.
The other nodded in agreement as she stared diligently at her sister. The small coffee steamed up onto her glasses fogging them adding to her unclean demeanour. A dirty flannel t-shirt slung over the back of the chair uncovered a bland white tank draping her too thin body.
They were the complete opposite.