The Tears Turn To Blood Beneath My Eyes...
Okay gangsters, guess what? Today, lady luck smiled upon me... completely unlike yesterday and the day before when I wanted to drop dead... but scratch that... I'll elaborate later... Well, today, I was searching for my gym bag that I left out on the patio and couldn't find it, even in lost-and-found. Go figure. So I decided fuck it I'll buy a new pair of shoes and my parents won't even know.... whatever... so then I took the National Latin Exam or whatever. I was like hallucinating during this test because it was so easy. It doesn't count either, which sucks, because I'd get on A on it. Good way to start off the 4th quarter. Anywho, after that piece of shit exam, I waited in Latin doing my Teesch work when I realized I didn't have the proper pages... I was like, Fuck that... So now I think I'm going to get a low C in her class because I've fucked up on ALL of the homework and quizzes and tests... oh well. Then came Bio... surprisingly easy, and Schack was really actually kind of... nice to me today... I think she was that way because she was glad I didn't shoot myself or something, because she chewed me out bad... then lunch... gah it was freezing... I pity people in England... and thennn... Theology, which always licks penis, I got in some Postal Service and then fell asleep I think. Math... we had a sub... he was pretty funny... I don't think I'm going to do the homework... I mean seriously, who does anymore? She never checks it... plus I got the extra credit points... biaaa... and then P.E. Best. I found my P.E. bag and Casulo goes, "YOU! Come here now." So naturally, I'm thinking, Aw fuck, not again, I hate being in trouble God damnit! Luckily, he says, "No you're not in trouble. Come on. Hurry the hell up." So we end up going into the coaches' locker room and he hands me a shirt, which I didn't have. He says, "Hurry up." It's the little things like that in life that make your day, knowing that certain people are looking out for you when it seems that everybody else has it in for you. Well, we played basketball, dealt with Jed's bitching and moaning, and went to a Schack detention which was cut short by half of the detainees having to leave early, so she said, "Just leave it on my desk before homeroom." I still need to do it... I forgot which page. I think it was like 1024 or 1022 or something. Anyways, I went to a Chess club meeting afterwards and beat a kid in Bunkhouse or something... so I come home.. blah. Okay. My brother is pissing me the FUCK off. He's going in my room without knocking and going through my stuff, looking for ANYTHING incriminating. Then I hit him for being a snoop, and I get in trouble. Then, when he is asked to take out some garbage, he cries because he's scared and he wants ME to accompany him in the 20 foot trip to the garbage, so I said go by yourself. Guess who got in trouble. Then my Mother comes in to lecture me and bother me and I hear her out and all and then she bothers me even more. Now my brother is SPEWING out lies like there's no tomorrow. I wish there wasn't for him. That little bastard gets away with everything. Everything. We are honestly of the same quality, yet held to different standards. In 6th grade, Bs were grounds for punishment. My parents don't give a rats ass when my brother gets Cs. What the FUCK is that? They realize they put too much pressure on me and therefore let my brother slack, give him everything, and STILL treat me that way? FUCK THEM. I really hate them so much... they just bother me to no end. All I want is to be left alone. That's not too much to ask, is it? I mean, if you were to bother your parents non-stop and go into THEIR room late at night and start watching TV or something, what would they do? They'd fucking fire up a fucking hailstorm of hatred. They'd punish and curse and all these things, yet, they expect me to go to sleep while they tap away at the keyboard and listen to music. FUCK THEM. That's it, I'm too pissed off to write...
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