lawnmowers are satan.

[captainpoodle]

My mom has fucking pushed me over the bloody brink.

I swear, I don't think I can take any fucking more of this bullshit.

For those of you who have known me for a long time, you know how things used to be at my house before I left. Well it's like that again. Fuck this shit yo.

Not that I'm going to do anything about it.

All I know is, if I hide in my room, I have enough food and drinks to last me a week.

So I mean, I could just nail my door shut.

For a week.

And stop reading my journal if you're not my friend, and nor do you want to be.

For some reason I feel like once I post this, someone I don't know will start reading it.

Not that I have a problem with random people reading my journal, but yeah, well, you know who you are if you do read this.

Not that I will ever know.

Sigh.

I'm fucking sick, and my face is red.

I have rosy red cheeks.

I'm going to start making up a dance.

Call me for coffee or something tomorrow. Anyone?

Coughjoecough.
Coughelliecough.

Yeah.

cough cough.