Looking at my title, you can probably guess what i'm doing right now. Nah i'm not much of a crying person... i can't remember the last time I cried. I don't cry in movies...or at all. I only cry if my parents/friends say something that really makes me upset. Usually my parents can make me cry pretty easily just by yelling at me for no reason and making me feel completely worthless. Anyway at Kath's party, Kath showed me this beautiful song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dh2975-Ttfo. I've been listening to it quite a lot lately hahaha. 

So today I went to the city to watch Love & Other Drugs. It was a lot different to what I expected... there were heaps and heaps and heaps of sex scenes O_O and lots and lots of nudity +__+ I was screaming and being immature while they were doing their stuff on the screen right in front of me, with every detail visible. I swear the director was perverted or something... is it really necessary to show Anne Hathaway's breasts and ass every 10 minutes? They even made sex tapes of themselves -shiver- Ok before you guys get incredibly freaked out that the movie was basically PG porn, let me reassure you that it wasn't. It was about an artist (Anne Hathaway) who had Parkinson's disease and she meets the main character dude (forgot his name but he was good looking and had super blue eyes). The main character dude is a massive player and has the awesomest flirting skills and pick-up tactics. The relationship between them started off as a casual sex thing where Anne Hathaway would just call him if she wanted sex =__= but then of course like all chick flicks, the guy falls in love with her but she breaks up with him cos she doesn't want him to have the burden of taking care of someone with an incurable disease blah blah..... they make up and it's all good. See, it's not all sex ^^

I'm really tired :( I better sleep. Did lots of chores today and helped parents, felt productive. Ok so I was helping my parents right... then my dad started screaming at me for doing something wrong which i've only just learnt how to do. Then he kept bagging me out for being incompetent and useless. Sometimes I wonder why i even put up with this shit. Why do they make me feel so crap? I don't remember the last time they "encouraged" me to do something. If I do something wrong, it's just wrong and you get punished for it. There isn't the encouragement of doing it better. So that's the kind of childhood i've had.... that's why i've trusted my parents with nothing and when I got bullied when I was younger I told no one.... i trusted no one. So why do I have to put up with all this shit? I don't know... i just want to run away. I feel so rebel questioning what is now normal for me. Whatever... at least i'm not starving in the middle of a desert.