Ho-hum...
I hate this whole birthday party thing. I really do. There's this big part of me that just wants to scream "FUCK THIS ALL" and go read a book for my birthday and be emo and stuff. Alas... I can't...
I just can't take this anymore.
It's all "oh no, the time is too bad, it's too late, THOUGH ANY FUCKING IDIOT WHO GOES TO SLEEP AT EIGHT THIRTY WHEN THEY ARE THIRTEEN/FOURTEEN YEARS OLD AND NOT BECAUSE OF MEDICAL PURPOSES NEED TO BE SHOT." SHOT I SAY.
It's at BLOODY Metrotown. Except for Anne and Danae, you can go back to your house IN HALF AN HOUR. That's nine o clock. Boo hoo, so late, your teachers will kill you.
Poor Anne and Danae.
I'm so pissed off. I think I'm just in my time of month or something.
My mom won't stop going on about how "you don't have enough homework, *sigh* I knew private school would be SO much better for you" and stuff... Ugh. I want to shoot something.
If I can just have a nice peaceful day... really, that's all I ask.
I just can't take this anymore.
It's all "oh no, the time is too bad, it's too late, THOUGH ANY FUCKING IDIOT WHO GOES TO SLEEP AT EIGHT THIRTY WHEN THEY ARE THIRTEEN/FOURTEEN YEARS OLD AND NOT BECAUSE OF MEDICAL PURPOSES NEED TO BE SHOT." SHOT I SAY.
It's at BLOODY Metrotown. Except for Anne and Danae, you can go back to your house IN HALF AN HOUR. That's nine o clock. Boo hoo, so late, your teachers will kill you.
Poor Anne and Danae.
I'm so pissed off. I think I'm just in my time of month or something.
My mom won't stop going on about how "you don't have enough homework, *sigh* I knew private school would be SO much better for you" and stuff... Ugh. I want to shoot something.
If I can just have a nice peaceful day... really, that's all I ask.