Stupid Home
Every single time I come home it never fails. There is always something I have done wrong... always something for me to feel bad about. I am really getting tired of it all. I mean I hate comming home seeing someone I care about, despite alll the shit she puts me through, unhappy. Then when you ask someone that has been there, the reply is "I am your mothers mokey on a string." What the hell kind of answer is that. On top of it all tonight Ihave a stat test and do I know any of it.. NO. Well I guess this will be all for now.