Overall it was a pretty bad day for me. Woke up around nine and my neck hurt really bad. Must have slept in an awkward position. Then I had to watch Cole and Heather pretty much all day nonstop until 2 while my mom went through her stuff up stairs, not very fun. Meanwhile I looked up some videos and decided I really like Andy Samberg. He's hilarious and pretty attractive if I do say so myself. I think I'll start watching snl now just because of him lol. Around 4 I started to feel really sick to my stomach and passed out on my bed for a few hours. I feel okay now but still not "good."It seems like I've been sick off and on every month since we have moved. It's probably just stress related, but who knows.
Found out that we aren't moving until the end of May now. I'm really tired of getting my hopes up. I tried talking to Cass about it but he only made me feel worse with his "it’s not so bad" thing. Not moving for another month means probably not going to see Rebecca in Florida, not starting school at Hamilton so I won't see any of my friends until next school year, being stuck in the house nonstop for 2 months, and probably not getting to take driving classes (which are total bull anyways).
Cass got his license, which I'm happy for him but it just reminds me of how I won't be getting mine until I turn 18 most likely. Why can't I just be a normal teenager? I have zero freedom, and I feel like a freaking mother to Cole and Heather, I spend more time with them then I do on myself. My parents tell me that this is what teenagers do. But I know that it’s not. Nobody else that I know doesn't have a license and doesn't get to go hang out with friends or have a boyfriend. Just for once I want to be able to go somewhere with my friends on the weekend and spend the whole day with them and not have to have my parents talk to their or have to spend the night at their house. And every time I bring it up to them they say something like "what friends" which is rude because they know that I have friends in Arizona but here I'm alone and it's not my fault. (Hopefully you've stopped reading by now because I'm ranting I know).
