YOUR MISLEADANCE
Yeaaaa so SCHOOL FUCKING SUCKS BITCH. Ugh, I hate it so much.
So after school, I'm in Kim's car getting a ride home when my f'ed up mother calls and says "Kaylene, where the hell are you? I'm here if you need a ride." WTF?! This morning she told me to get a fucking ride. GRRR. That woman fucking pisses me off. Ok, so now she's yelling up the stairs to me "Kaylene, leaving in 1 for guitar." Ok w/e, I grab my guitar and head downstairs, while she's pulling out of the driveway and leaving. She went to go pick up my sister, which is even more of a hassle than it is to get me. She comes back and has the balls to say "why the hell weren't you ready? Jesus you're such a failure." That's it, I lost it. I punched my guitar case and then threw it at the goddamn car. Then I chuck my phone at her face. Ok, so we're leaving the place after my lessons, and I'm like "Mom, I have so much homework, can we please head home?" AND WHAT DOES SHE DO? She pulls into a fucking restaurant packed with people and we have to fucking wait and eat there. GRRRRRRRRRR. Ok, so on the way home I'm getting the "lecture" about how I need to get a job, that I'm fat, that I'm ugly, that I'm just a complete waste of life. That's it, I lost it some more. This is what I screamed at her (*note her mom is dead) "Mom, I'm sick of the shitty way you're treating me. I don't fucking respect your sorry ass because you don't respect me. I think you're so fucking bitchy all the timeyou. Not DJ, not Uncle Gary, but many portraits of your ugly, wrinkling fat fuck face. You're because you're not the princess anymore. You have fucking responsibilities, and every since you accepted that full-time job- YOU'RE LIKE A FUCKING WHOREBAG BITCH. What I saw at Grandpa's house- were pictures of everywhere....you were Grandma's little girl, her fucking princess, getting whatever you fucking asked for because you were the baby. Because you can't do that anymore, you take it out on me. I'm always getting yelled at, punished, and beaten up. (* (I did not say this) which my dad does on drunken rampages, but I really do love him.) I'M FUCKING SICK OF IT." Then I did the bad, I unbuckled my seat belt and I jumped out of the car when we were stopped at a red light. That was it, if she came near me I would've hit her. Me and my bad, uncontrolable temper cannot be handled by anyone. So I walked the rest of the way home, which wasn't far at all since I was pissed off. I get upstairs to my room, knock over everything and tip my bed over, mess everything up- as usual. Then I went into my closet (walk-in, so my dresser's in it) and I start punching my dresser, hard. Now this isn't some cheap wood, this is some mother fucking expensive shit. I punched it until my knuckles bled- horribly. Now they're all bruised, bloody, and I can't move my hand. Eh, oh well.
Now on to mystery boy. He wasn't in school today. (or so I heard from my source J) Tomorrow's he's going to talk to him!!!!!!!! Ah. There better be a EL vs. LHS game this week so I can see him. HOCKEY PLAYOFFS BITCH! I couldn't be happier.
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