Excuse me?
I don't know who that was that commented on my last post, but I see what you're saying.
But you don't understand my family.
They, honestly, just stopped caring about me.
As I get older, they just are like, "Oh, yeah. Forgot to get Sam something."
And fuck the days I spend with anyone.
Out of my entire life, I have maybe had 3 months are happiness.
Excluding the years when being awake was pure happiness.
Ugh, whatever, modesty goes nowhere in my family, so I'm so close to losing it.
And I guess my unlce thinks I'm going to grow up to be a junkie.
He asked my dad if I ever drank those energy boosting things, because he thought I would get addicted to those or something.
My god, he doesn't know fucking shit about me.
And we were even talking about this today!
My aunt asked my mom if I could have a sip of some liquor shit, and my mom was like, "Yeah, go right ahead!"
And I looked my aunt straight in the eyes and said, "NO!"
My uncle was standing right there, the whole time!
God, they think I'm going to become a fucking statistic because of Myspace and shit.
Come-the fuck-on, you know?
In less, but ever so disappointing news, I got a hair straightener and more Border's gift cards.
That's all I got.
I now have 175$ to Borders.
I hate my family, haha.
My aunt asked me if I liked any clothing stores, I said no.
She asked if I liked ANY stores in general, I said no.
It's funny because I really don't.
What's even funnier is, THEY DON'T EVEN CARE!
By me not liking anything, they save money.
God, nothing this week is going good.
Madison has work on Thursday, and Saturday.
The days we have stuff planned.
And Kaylynn and I aren't talking, so I don't know what's going to happen.
My dad is, however, taking me to look at cameras tomorrow.
Knowing my luck, that won't blow over too well either.
I feel like I complain too much.
Hell, I know I complain too much.
Eh, I guess that's what happens when you're unhappy.
Mehh, I just want to sleep forever...well, at least until Michael and I can get the fuck out of here.
I can't wait until we can leave.
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But you don't understand my family.
They, honestly, just stopped caring about me.
As I get older, they just are like, "Oh, yeah. Forgot to get Sam something."
And fuck the days I spend with anyone.
Out of my entire life, I have maybe had 3 months are happiness.
Excluding the years when being awake was pure happiness.
Ugh, whatever, modesty goes nowhere in my family, so I'm so close to losing it.
And I guess my unlce thinks I'm going to grow up to be a junkie.
He asked my dad if I ever drank those energy boosting things, because he thought I would get addicted to those or something.
My god, he doesn't know fucking shit about me.
And we were even talking about this today!
My aunt asked my mom if I could have a sip of some liquor shit, and my mom was like, "Yeah, go right ahead!"
And I looked my aunt straight in the eyes and said, "NO!"
My uncle was standing right there, the whole time!
God, they think I'm going to become a fucking statistic because of Myspace and shit.
Come-the fuck-on, you know?
In less, but ever so disappointing news, I got a hair straightener and more Border's gift cards.
That's all I got.
I now have 175$ to Borders.
I hate my family, haha.
My aunt asked me if I liked any clothing stores, I said no.
She asked if I liked ANY stores in general, I said no.
It's funny because I really don't.
What's even funnier is, THEY DON'T EVEN CARE!
By me not liking anything, they save money.
God, nothing this week is going good.
Madison has work on Thursday, and Saturday.
The days we have stuff planned.
And Kaylynn and I aren't talking, so I don't know what's going to happen.
My dad is, however, taking me to look at cameras tomorrow.
Knowing my luck, that won't blow over too well either.
I feel like I complain too much.
Hell, I know I complain too much.
Eh, I guess that's what happens when you're unhappy.
Mehh, I just want to sleep forever...well, at least until Michael and I can get the fuck out of here.
I can't wait until we can leave.
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