Sometimes ...

Sometimes ... life just stinks and I don't want to do anything. Other times life is amazing and that's what keeps me keeping on. I wonder why I was born into the family I was born into. Did God just hate me? I know that's not the reason ... but still. I feel like sometimes it's more of a punishment. My grandma told me yesterday that I apprear to be arrogant. That I seem to think I'm better than them. I never said that! And I don't try to make them feel that way. I'm just trying to better myself ... and they think that's me saying I'm better than them! I'm so irritated with the way everyone turns everything I say around. I mean seriously. Can we grow up sometime soon, please? Ugh- I'll have to post more later ... my laptops about to die!