isnt life a bitch still need a cure, i know mine but its not easy to obtain
yeah yeah i know what your all thinking... what now huh
its the same old same old the family driving up the wall and all over the ceiling. I am happily 19 now celebrated my bday with some close frieds. Though it was not what i hoped it to be i dont complain (that much) i enjoyed it that id did celebrate it and stayed over with Bryce for the 1st time...(besides Singapore for the reason im pissed off later in journal). Now im back at home in Melbourne, and its the still the same old thing go to uni then "i want you back home",
my reply "can go out with some of my freinds to have dinner and drink a bit", his reply " you went out just before!"
my reply "that was 2weeks ago..."
his reply "dont you start counting, (yelling at this point) your not going and thats it!"
my life a comedy festival on its own...
call social service...
My rules to live on now...
-Go to uni, when finish give me a call to tell me you finished.
-If we have dinner at the restaurant you will go.
-You must tell us if you are planning to go out a week before, then ill see
(chances of me going out about 1/10).
-You can not sleep over, (and that it).
-You will work in the restaurant three time min (before i told him off i NEED time to do my uni work than do his slave labour and still get told off) Now i work there twice a week...
-I will pay you so you can get food but i wont pay for your alcohol (that i can understand, but he gives now money for me to eat other than go to the restaurant) Now i pay for my food, drinks, printing for work, transportation and if any few cents left a treat for my self. (other stuff is spoiling my baby pumpkin Bryce)
-If im not "normal" a word i hate so much now (meaning if i dont change from being bi to straight) he will commit suicide and i would be blamed for talked to an aunt i can trust and she places more pressure to change so my dad will keep living (this is not joke, made up, or over exaggeration)
i live in a jail that i have the key to the door yet outside lays a vicious man eating werewolf... no a blood thirsty hell hound... no actually my dad (girl squeal at the background)
save my oh god... wait i dont believe in you (i believe of a god/s yet not chosen a religion) oh save me Bryce :P
its the same old same old the family driving up the wall and all over the ceiling. I am happily 19 now celebrated my bday with some close frieds. Though it was not what i hoped it to be i dont complain (that much) i enjoyed it that id did celebrate it and stayed over with Bryce for the 1st time...(besides Singapore for the reason im pissed off later in journal). Now im back at home in Melbourne, and its the still the same old thing go to uni then "i want you back home",
my reply "can go out with some of my freinds to have dinner and drink a bit", his reply " you went out just before!"
my reply "that was 2weeks ago..."
his reply "dont you start counting, (yelling at this point) your not going and thats it!"
my life a comedy festival on its own...
call social service...
My rules to live on now...
-Go to uni, when finish give me a call to tell me you finished.
-If we have dinner at the restaurant you will go.
-You must tell us if you are planning to go out a week before, then ill see
(chances of me going out about 1/10).
-You can not sleep over, (and that it).
-You will work in the restaurant three time min (before i told him off i NEED time to do my uni work than do his slave labour and still get told off) Now i work there twice a week...
-I will pay you so you can get food but i wont pay for your alcohol (that i can understand, but he gives now money for me to eat other than go to the restaurant) Now i pay for my food, drinks, printing for work, transportation and if any few cents left a treat for my self. (other stuff is spoiling my baby pumpkin Bryce)
-If im not "normal" a word i hate so much now (meaning if i dont change from being bi to straight) he will commit suicide and i would be blamed for talked to an aunt i can trust and she places more pressure to change so my dad will keep living (this is not joke, made up, or over exaggeration)
i live in a jail that i have the key to the door yet outside lays a vicious man eating werewolf... no a blood thirsty hell hound... no actually my dad (girl squeal at the background)
save my oh god... wait i dont believe in you (i believe of a god/s yet not chosen a religion) oh save me Bryce :P