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Dec 24, 2004 07:53

WELL, YOU KNOW THAT FEELING WHEN EVERYONE HATES YOU? NO. YOU DON'T. BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT ME.

and it's not even my fault, i didn't go and do something fucking stupid this time. it's just circumstances, and the way i'm playing the game of twister my hands and feet are being spread all over the board and i'm about to trip and fall. i want to move when i'm 18.... out the fuck of florida.

i'm going to get fired from my job. i'm coming down with strep throat, and i won't be able to spend time with jr. my dad's just shipping me the fuck off to dalas to try to look good to the sons he had been neglecting for the past like 20 something years.... and i'm just supposed to go over there and make everything all better? too much stress... and he gives me no fucking notice about it either. none. just "bekah, you're going to dalas!" and because i wasn't ecstatic about it, i'm the one in the wrong. even though roger, little john, and my boss + his family are alll going away this next week on vacation. he didn't even consider my fucking job. my dad's pissed @ me, my boss is going to let me go. and i just really don't want to see any one but jr. but that's not going to happen. because i'm being shipped off. real fucking nice.

my throat is fucking killing me. but if i wasn't going to dalas, i would've still gone to fucking work. now i have to be far away, sick, and when i come home everything is going to be burnt to the ground (in my life that is). january 6th, Los Angeles.

all i have is one question

"who's coming with me?"

because i sware i hate life here. right now.
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