throwing garbage

In line with getting my new life and shizz, I have decided to throw all the bitterness away and leave them all with 2011.

It's funny how a single issue can suddenly bring out everything you've been bitter about. It kind of feels refreshing. Well, at least for now. I know I'll be regretting posting them later. I always do.

I hate being impulsive. Simply because you do stupid things you can't undo. You can hurt people. And that mistake is the hardest one to own up to. No matter what you do, bitter feelings are bitter feelings. You can be forgiven, but the fact doesn't change. You hurt that person. It will be etched in you mind, and your conscience forever.

I can't think of any other emotional baggage at the moment. I just kind of feel bitter about my parents, but that's nothing new. We always had this kind of misunderstanding that can't be fixed by just sitting down and talking about it. I'm kind of okay with my mom. I just can't be entirely open to her because it backfires. It's my dad that's really the problem. Funny thing is, the problem is because we are so much alike. He hates me for it, but he can't own up that he's the same. According to my psych prof, it's projection. But, whatever. we aren't in speaking terms, but it's not new. We've been like this for as long as I can remember. I think our issue can't be solved. Well, not until I can get a job, that is.

I think we'll be okay once I start working. Once we have the time and courage to fully admit our shortcomings to one another. Well, as they say, it takes two to tango. He thinks I'm still immature. Who knows, when I get a job, he might think I'm finally mature enough to talk to.