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My parents think I need thier fucking help to get my fucking diploma! Fuck them! God, I'm so pissed I don't even know what to do. He sits down with me and starts to write out a schedule for the books I have to read. I told him no thanks and he said I needed his help. They could hardly pass their subjects in school and now they're telling me that I need their help. As if I didn't earn my grades by myself without their fucking help. God I can't wait to get out of this shithole.
This Friday I have to give the kittens and mama away. I don't want to. How do I know they're even ready to be without her? How do I know she's not going to be looking for them when they're all split up going seperate ways? I don't know what she's going to think or feel or if she might panic. I feel so evil doing this. I don't want to do it. Poor mama.
I have to sell tickets and no one is getting back to me.
Matt is sick, should be in the hospital.
My math teacher is an idiot.
I'm sick, I'm tired.
And I'm sick and tired of feeling like this.
This Friday I have to give the kittens and mama away. I don't want to. How do I know they're even ready to be without her? How do I know she's not going to be looking for them when they're all split up going seperate ways? I don't know what she's going to think or feel or if she might panic. I feel so evil doing this. I don't want to do it. Poor mama.
I have to sell tickets and no one is getting back to me.
Matt is sick, should be in the hospital.
My math teacher is an idiot.
I'm sick, I'm tired.
And I'm sick and tired of feeling like this.