Thursday, April 2, 2009

Each day is a little more different

Deep in my teenage heart I long for this sense of understanding. I don't know what I lack but it seems like nothing is right. I notice as I am in the hospital longer the family gets a little more tense. It's a little more difficult for me to deal with everyone and I am having a tough time dealing with what is going on. People tell me to be positive, they all have a laundry list of instruction but yet they cannot do it themselves.

When it is all over... What will it really matter? I really don't feel like fighting for friendship after friendship to feel tumbled over. I feel so confused. I don't understand the world and I feel beaten down. This is the worst time to be feeling so small but between the loud TV my roommate needs to watch and I am just sick of everything.

If you're looking for happy posts with joyful things 100% of the time, find another blog.


BoufMom9 said...

Oh Vic. I am so sorry you are so down.
I am here and I am praying...

Julie said...

I found your blog in a round-a-bout way. What a beautiful, talented, eloquent young woman you are. Don't sweat not being happy and joyful all the time, life isn't that way. Your Father in Heaven is aware of you and loves you, knowing that is the most important thing.