Stupid Journalists
Yesterday, I sat and watched my sisters crushed face. I sat there and I knew there was nothing to do or say that could make her feel better. I said somethings anyway, just because I hated the silence. She has been looking forward t this, had told most of her friends about it...then they didnt show it!!!!
Frankly....as pissed as I was at the station at the time, I would have easily set the place on fire. Those freakin bastards...they are so lucky I don't know where their offices are, and that most of my threats are always in my head. Woe unto the people who will trigger ,me so hard that my threats will everywhere else but inside my head.
Like I said, stupid journalists. Tell you what, you can write all the shit you want about me, I don't give a crap. You can do whatever you want with me or any other person in my life...but put anything that doesnt resemble a smile on my sisters face, and you declare war with me! And at the state of mind I am at right now, thats not a very good idea!