My Life...

Love.

People use the word "love" to loosely, in my oppinion. for example, I've been going out with Matthew for three days. Yes, three days and he's already told me he loves me 5 times. 5 TIMES!
I don't know why I said yes, to tell you the truth. I thought this time it would be different. I thought that he'd have changed, but he hasn't.
People at school think I'm a cold hearted bitch because I don't hang around with him 24/7 but I want to hang around with my friends to, just because you get a boyfriend, you don't have to ditch your friends. i don't know how I feel about Matthew. I mean, I thought I liked him as more than a friend, but as soon as we got together, he's so different! He's clingy and I don't know. My life is so f*cked up at the moment. I can't even explain why.
My Dad is nice to me one moment, then horrible the next. When he's being mean, I feel like I wish he'd just leave me alone. Lately, he's been sick and I'm so scared that something will happen to him. We've never been a family who say "I love you" a lot, but I don't think he even knows I love him. His other children, my half sister and brother are grown and they don't even remember his birthday and it makes me really sad when I see his face when they don't ring.
Why am I feeling so depressed?