Thank you Leed,

I'm so sorry to hear about what happened with your friends, and about your husband . I guess that's just how you find out who your real friends are.
I just don't understand why my friends do this everytime, even though they all know I get into these moods all the time. My "best friend" Kim tells me all the time that I can come to her whenever I need some one to talk to, yet when I do talk to her, she just makes fun of me for it.

Let's just say that my family is a problem. My mom isn't a nice person, my dad isn't much better, my younger brother isn't even worth talking about. I'm always the daughter that turned out to be a mess.
My mom tells me all the time that I can't do anything right. She even told me once that she never wanted children and wished that she would have put me up for adoption when she had the chance. She tells me all the time that I'm fat and ugly, that no one would want me. She even told me that I could never live on my own because I wouldn't be able to take care of myself. I'll just stop there or I'll be writing for days. So I guess that my family is part of the reason I'm feeling like this.
My mom wants me out of the house by next summer because of something I say when me and her fight. I started telling her about a year or so ago that, when I'm 18 I'm moving out. The day after my 17th birthday, she told me I have one year to get out of her house. I asked her if she was joking, but she said she wasn't. She even started counting down the days untill my 18th birthday.
I really don't like my mother. I have told her more times than I can count that she has no right to talk to me the way she does. She just tells me that she is a better mother than most people and that I'm just making things out to be worse than they really are for attention.

I don't make good grades in school because I don't do to well in social situations. Well that and because I get bullied at school, though no one seems to care.

I don't really know what killed off my dreams. I guess everything slowly started to slip through my hands, and I just don't know how to get it back.

I'm sorry about writing so much.....