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I'm trashing everything in my room- old memories anything that symbolizes something from my past I don't want it anymore...I don't want the thoughts I don't want to look at something and remember anything... I don't want to dwell on what if's when I look at something... I'll be having a bonfire...
My parents are such fucktards! They turn everything around on me so that my friends are druggies and convicts WTF?! my mom was all like "I had a plethora of friends when I was in high school, cheerleaders, druggies, hippies..." me" then let me have my flippin friends your not the one who has to deal with them and I like them!" Dawn, they hate you. I asked if I could go to youthgroup with Melissa and the first thing they say is "Where are you actually going?" I mean what the fuck yes I've done some stupid shit but no I have never told them I was going to be somewhere where I wasn't. So they wanted to see a picture of Melissa and all that jazz. So I showed them the yearbook picture. (you had to be wearing black) Which is the first thing they noticed now Melissa is not a fucking goth and everyone who wears black is not a fucking goth! Why cant you get that through your fucking thick head?! So,"oh I wanna look at your yearbook" = "I want to read all your comments people wrote to you so I can use it against you" And of course the random one they read is...Dawn's...Cause it's so fucking big! There's a part where it says "remember the time we were in the music store and I had a DVD in my backpack and the alarm went off? lmao" Well, first off she had brought it from somewhere else i think her sister... My mom was all "So she stole it!" me="No she brought it from home!" Mom= doesn't believe me*starts flipping to the other comments Me= grabs book. Mom= grabs back (has tug-of-war with my yearbook) Me= Get off my yearbook Mom= I paid for it! Me="I FLIPPIN" PAID FOR IT!" Mom makes dad read commment he agrees (duh otherwise he would be sleeping on the couch again) Dad=" that's what I would think"
Me="She didn't steal it" Mom="sure" Me="I'm not even going to argue with you I always loose god forbid I be right even though I know the truth and YOU DON'T! (slams door *all this is said while walking to my room*) Dad="IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY FUCKING SAY IT TO MY FACE BUT YOU WONT CAUSE YOU KNOW ILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! GET OUT HERE AND APOLOGIZE!" Me= (opens door goes to livingroom) *sarcastic sorry (gives dirty look walks away)
Five fucking hours and my vacation is already hell... Well, my mom quite her job so now we have no one in the house that has a job except of course moi! Who has now become the one to come to for money yet I get hit when I tell them to go get a job if you need money so badly. I think I'm overreacting. Sorry for venting, I swear one day im gonna shoot one of them <3
My parents are such fucktards! They turn everything around on me so that my friends are druggies and convicts WTF?! my mom was all like "I had a plethora of friends when I was in high school, cheerleaders, druggies, hippies..." me" then let me have my flippin friends your not the one who has to deal with them and I like them!" Dawn, they hate you. I asked if I could go to youthgroup with Melissa and the first thing they say is "Where are you actually going?" I mean what the fuck yes I've done some stupid shit but no I have never told them I was going to be somewhere where I wasn't. So they wanted to see a picture of Melissa and all that jazz. So I showed them the yearbook picture. (you had to be wearing black) Which is the first thing they noticed now Melissa is not a fucking goth and everyone who wears black is not a fucking goth! Why cant you get that through your fucking thick head?! So,"oh I wanna look at your yearbook" = "I want to read all your comments people wrote to you so I can use it against you" And of course the random one they read is...Dawn's...Cause it's so fucking big! There's a part where it says "remember the time we were in the music store and I had a DVD in my backpack and the alarm went off? lmao" Well, first off she had brought it from somewhere else i think her sister... My mom was all "So she stole it!" me="No she brought it from home!" Mom= doesn't believe me*starts flipping to the other comments Me= grabs book. Mom= grabs back (has tug-of-war with my yearbook) Me= Get off my yearbook Mom= I paid for it! Me="I FLIPPIN" PAID FOR IT!" Mom makes dad read commment he agrees (duh otherwise he would be sleeping on the couch again) Dad=" that's what I would think"
Me="She didn't steal it" Mom="sure" Me="I'm not even going to argue with you I always loose god forbid I be right even though I know the truth and YOU DON'T! (slams door *all this is said while walking to my room*) Dad="IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY FUCKING SAY IT TO MY FACE BUT YOU WONT CAUSE YOU KNOW ILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! GET OUT HERE AND APOLOGIZE!" Me= (opens door goes to livingroom) *sarcastic sorry (gives dirty look walks away)
Five fucking hours and my vacation is already hell... Well, my mom quite her job so now we have no one in the house that has a job except of course moi! Who has now become the one to come to for money yet I get hit when I tell them to go get a job if you need money so badly. I think I'm overreacting. Sorry for venting, I swear one day im gonna shoot one of them <3