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I am so sick.
Last night, I don't konw what happened, or what I was doing. I don't remember anything! I last remember talking to Jc. God Damn! I didn't sleep at all, just cried nearly the whole night, and kept shotting JD. I had nothing else to do except hit myself in the head and knock myself out.
I had to go to work this morning. My head very sore. Feeling like shit. Hatred. Horror. Unloved (by parents - not that I care or anything). Upset.
I don't understand them. What is the difference in celebrating the State Of Orgin (Go QLD) with them, then celebrating it with my friends (people that actually care and as Chrissie said - "Rumpy the biggest footy girl/fan" :: something along those lines) I don't get it. I'm not even going to watch the game. *cry*
I came home from work. I was sick, tired, and pissed off. I went and had a shower, and went to bed! I was asleep until about 7pm.
Mum: Whats Wrong
ME: Nothing
Mum: What have you been taking
Me: Nothing
Mum: Do you want dinner
Me: No.
Mum: Have you got your period
Me: No.
Mum: Well fine, don't fucking tell me whats wrong then
Me: Go hump a tree
Mum: Don't talk to me like that.
Me: Fuck you!
And thats the last I have spoke to her. I really want to go tomorrow night. It would get my mind off things. Maybe even make me happy! Dad won't even tell me why I can't go. The fucked up reply he has is you'll be away all weekend (when am I home on a weekend anyway???) Fuck they screw me over...
I don't know anymore!
Last night, I don't konw what happened, or what I was doing. I don't remember anything! I last remember talking to Jc. God Damn! I didn't sleep at all, just cried nearly the whole night, and kept shotting JD. I had nothing else to do except hit myself in the head and knock myself out.
I had to go to work this morning. My head very sore. Feeling like shit. Hatred. Horror. Unloved (by parents - not that I care or anything). Upset.
I don't understand them. What is the difference in celebrating the State Of Orgin (Go QLD) with them, then celebrating it with my friends (people that actually care and as Chrissie said - "Rumpy the biggest footy girl/fan" :: something along those lines) I don't get it. I'm not even going to watch the game. *cry*
I came home from work. I was sick, tired, and pissed off. I went and had a shower, and went to bed! I was asleep until about 7pm.
Mum: Whats Wrong
ME: Nothing
Mum: What have you been taking
Me: Nothing
Mum: Do you want dinner
Me: No.
Mum: Have you got your period
Me: No.
Mum: Well fine, don't fucking tell me whats wrong then
Me: Go hump a tree
Mum: Don't talk to me like that.
Me: Fuck you!
And thats the last I have spoke to her. I really want to go tomorrow night. It would get my mind off things. Maybe even make me happy! Dad won't even tell me why I can't go. The fucked up reply he has is you'll be away all weekend (when am I home on a weekend anyway???) Fuck they screw me over...
I don't know anymore!