i just dont care
its been the worst day of my life today.
my mom just kicked the computer screen. then took a hammer to it. wtf.
crazy motha fukka. and now she doesn't want me living here. which is fucking awesome.
shes my fucking guardian or w/e so she has to keep me if she likes it or not.
its not as easy as she wants everything to be.
just to be like i dont want you and me be gone. because her look on life is no different then anyone else's. she doesn't have a clue how much i cry or what hurts me inside or anything. and wont ever know. its like she doesn't even know me anyways so why does it all matter to her anyways what i do or what i say or how i live. its not like she had anything to do with me growing up. in my opinion it was really me raising my self to be how i am today and im the reason i am what i am. no one else. its no ones fault i can't love anyone or anything else. i've learned to not know how. and yet again no one can stand me but to my face they love me with all the world but behind my sorry worthless back im nothing to them, just a girl in this so totally fucked up world. i dont really understand it. its just hard to really know what to do or what to say to make myself look cool or be nice or anything when really i just want to lay in my bed forever never move, and lay in my tears. For the last 13 years, I've lived with these things called parents which really you couldn't really call them that because they dont have a clue on what their child is really doing. All the drugs,fights,hate everything that goes on in the world today. No one really has a clue. But they just say they do because they want to feel like there a part of the childs life. But behind closed doors its like a horrible horror story. Called "Nothing More then a Abused Child."
Thats pretty much how it goes.
I want to some day soon write a book on it. But im not sure if i should.
Should i?
Comment me and Tell me whats up.
Later
my mom just kicked the computer screen. then took a hammer to it. wtf.
crazy motha fukka. and now she doesn't want me living here. which is fucking awesome.
shes my fucking guardian or w/e so she has to keep me if she likes it or not.
its not as easy as she wants everything to be.
just to be like i dont want you and me be gone. because her look on life is no different then anyone else's. she doesn't have a clue how much i cry or what hurts me inside or anything. and wont ever know. its like she doesn't even know me anyways so why does it all matter to her anyways what i do or what i say or how i live. its not like she had anything to do with me growing up. in my opinion it was really me raising my self to be how i am today and im the reason i am what i am. no one else. its no ones fault i can't love anyone or anything else. i've learned to not know how. and yet again no one can stand me but to my face they love me with all the world but behind my sorry worthless back im nothing to them, just a girl in this so totally fucked up world. i dont really understand it. its just hard to really know what to do or what to say to make myself look cool or be nice or anything when really i just want to lay in my bed forever never move, and lay in my tears. For the last 13 years, I've lived with these things called parents which really you couldn't really call them that because they dont have a clue on what their child is really doing. All the drugs,fights,hate everything that goes on in the world today. No one really has a clue. But they just say they do because they want to feel like there a part of the childs life. But behind closed doors its like a horrible horror story. Called "Nothing More then a Abused Child."
Thats pretty much how it goes.
I want to some day soon write a book on it. But im not sure if i should.
Should i?
Comment me and Tell me whats up.
Later