Perspectives

Right now, I am just trying to put my life into perspectives, or perhaps a new perspective.
Things this week have gotten so messed up and it shook me up really badly.
I think what I needed, or need right now, are some really good solid people and good friends to keep by me for the next couple of months or year.
I'm really glad that even though everyone, not necessarily ditched me, but put me off last night, I still had something to do to take my mind of everything.
I went to denton and hung out with Taylor again and the night was really eventful. Ha, stealing his roomate's stuff, squating, the pep rally, and screaming on the elevator. Haha, it was quite entertaining.
Except for when he got in trouble and written up, ha, and then the assholes come to the room to ask if we smoked in there. What bitches. His neighbors told on him, because his asthma was acting up. Little girl! It was two puffs. Jesus.
But the whole scenario was really funny when we thought about it. They even said they were going to call the cops just because Taylor went on every floor screaming "go unt go eagles" and ringing the bell. School spirit is such a crime.

This morning I woke up at 1. And I honestly think that even though I hate sleeping in, it put me in the best mood. I really needed time to escape from my life, and I think that sleeping lately has been the only way to do that. I think sleeping and the weather has kept me intact. It seems like, dare I say God, is looking out for me. Despite my horrible mood and thoughts, he made this fucking beautiful week and has made me cheer up. I cleaned out my room today and even packed all my shit up. Good feeling actually.
Now I plan to just go take a shower in my new bathroom with the little window in the tub that lets the sunlight shine it. It's so relaxing. I'm really proud of it.
I still haven't spoken to my parents except to tell them that I was leaving last night to go out, not that they really cared, because I received no response, but oh well.
I can't help someone's childness.
But I did notice that someone switched money over to my account today.
And judging by the amount and the account number from the transfer, it was my own mother.
Put a little bit of hope in me.
Maybe she's scared too, but maybe what they're doing to me is for the best. And I will learn something.

Who knows anymore?