I hate Starr so much
I have a weakness for poetic music and poetry and great literature. I just get so passionate and lost in it
that would be cool if my parents cared and helped me pay for a vehicle like they said they would like they did with my brother. It’s long overdue the fair date. I would be able to do all of the shit I have to without asking them and it’d make their lives easier. But no, they can go fuck themselves. Now they’re buying an rv but they don’t have money.
I need to rant. My parents bought my brother a vehicle in october of his junior year; he didn’t get his license until 11 months later. I got my license 2 months after October, yet still no vehicle. It has now been 5 months that I’ve had my license. They told me it was because they didn’t have enough money, and I finally came to accept it. Now they’re buying an rv from the 80’s which they will rarely EVER use, which is almost the cost of a vehicle. WHAT THE FUCK. I feel like a worthless piece of shit.
I see in colors
Of magical, mystical dreams
Floating upon the meadows
Into cool water streams.Where does all the magic go
When the rainbows fade away?
To me they find a better place…
Into the dreams of another day- Marie Calhoun; Rainbow of Dreams
