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I fucking hate my life. It's hard to tell where the lies stop and the truth begins... or if there is any truth at all. My mother keeps calling me in as a runaway... You all know I've only run away once, and the other times I was just trying to spend time with a wonderful person, someone who actually doesn't make me feel like crap all the time. My mother is treating me like I'm some horrible person. So Jennifer, if I could please movie in with you NOW I'll love you forever. Then I guess in January I'll get an apartment. I have no one, not even my dear sister, apprently she's telling two different things, one thing to me and one to that bitch. God damnit!
You know she called me in as a runaway today, yeah. She dragged me out to Port Gamble and she was sitting in the car and it was fucking cold, so I went on a little walk up a hill to get into the sun. I sat down in the grass and when I got up she was gone. She came back a few minutes later, but she'd called me in as a runaway. I can't stand this shit anymore. It's so fucked up. I have no idea why she has to hate my boyfriend so much, oh yeah I'm dating someone now. He's awesome, I'm so much trouble yet he's sticking around. I don't get it. I need to call him now, and hopefully try and make up not getting to see him on his birthday. You'd all love him, I'm sure. It'd be nice if you could meet him.
My mother is such a fucking son of a bitch and a lier.
Oh yeah, my grandma died, don't know when, but she died. SHe always liked me, at least before I yelled at her for being mean to my mother and saying my sister was a slut. NO ONE calls my sister a slut and gets away with it.
Damnit, I'm so fucking alone
You know she called me in as a runaway today, yeah. She dragged me out to Port Gamble and she was sitting in the car and it was fucking cold, so I went on a little walk up a hill to get into the sun. I sat down in the grass and when I got up she was gone. She came back a few minutes later, but she'd called me in as a runaway. I can't stand this shit anymore. It's so fucked up. I have no idea why she has to hate my boyfriend so much, oh yeah I'm dating someone now. He's awesome, I'm so much trouble yet he's sticking around. I don't get it. I need to call him now, and hopefully try and make up not getting to see him on his birthday. You'd all love him, I'm sure. It'd be nice if you could meet him.
My mother is such a fucking son of a bitch and a lier.
Oh yeah, my grandma died, don't know when, but she died. SHe always liked me, at least before I yelled at her for being mean to my mother and saying my sister was a slut. NO ONE calls my sister a slut and gets away with it.
Damnit, I'm so fucking alone