Life. Pretty Hullarious.
i ment that in a sarcastic way. Ever since, wow i cant even remember. but when i started hating my parents. yeah, since then, i've always cursed my mother. hoping she'd just leave and get out of my fucking life. guess what? she says shes moving out.
dont really know whether to be amused and happy or disappointed and maybe even a bit scared.
you see. at first i was like "huh, ok so shes finally getting out aye? yay?" but now i rethink that. and my head is telling me "so shes skipping out cause she cant handle the crazy man aye? how typical of her". i mean she doesnt care about what happens to me when she leaves. i'll just be really really screwed if my dad makes his way into my room somehow. she wont be harmed. so why should she care? not like she ever has really... i mean its not like i cant handle it myself. my dad's not that strong anymore, so if he really flips like he did the other day, then he'll probably throw something at my door (probably my sewing machine thats currently taking shelter in my grandma's room). Since a door wont come down THAT easily, i'll just take my time to notify the authorities. i know my rights. and being threatened, violating one's security isnt one of them.
i'm afraid that when my grandma comes back, she'll be in danger of being hit by my dad, her son. i really am. i mean isnt it more reasonable if i move out? or my dad? >__> cheh. just because he raises his voice against someone like her she hightails and leaves.
guh been bored all day too. kinda wanna tell Jeffy but i already add to his own problems.
oh the anniversary was awesome. hung off his arm all day :D watched Serenity (i got REAL picky when it came to the bodies). of course i gave him the roses too. all 365 (i made a buncha paper roses).
it was good till he left. parents kinda made me goto a restraunt, i had a screwdriver, got pissed, left, got hit on by some punk. told him to fuck off. even more pissed when i had to wait 20minutes for the bus.
meh. thats life, whatcha gonna do about it.
dont really know whether to be amused and happy or disappointed and maybe even a bit scared.
you see. at first i was like "huh, ok so shes finally getting out aye? yay?" but now i rethink that. and my head is telling me "so shes skipping out cause she cant handle the crazy man aye? how typical of her". i mean she doesnt care about what happens to me when she leaves. i'll just be really really screwed if my dad makes his way into my room somehow. she wont be harmed. so why should she care? not like she ever has really... i mean its not like i cant handle it myself. my dad's not that strong anymore, so if he really flips like he did the other day, then he'll probably throw something at my door (probably my sewing machine thats currently taking shelter in my grandma's room). Since a door wont come down THAT easily, i'll just take my time to notify the authorities. i know my rights. and being threatened, violating one's security isnt one of them.
i'm afraid that when my grandma comes back, she'll be in danger of being hit by my dad, her son. i really am. i mean isnt it more reasonable if i move out? or my dad? >__> cheh. just because he raises his voice against someone like her she hightails and leaves.
guh been bored all day too. kinda wanna tell Jeffy but i already add to his own problems.
oh the anniversary was awesome. hung off his arm all day :D watched Serenity (i got REAL picky when it came to the bodies). of course i gave him the roses too. all 365 (i made a buncha paper roses).
it was good till he left. parents kinda made me goto a restraunt, i had a screwdriver, got pissed, left, got hit on by some punk. told him to fuck off. even more pissed when i had to wait 20minutes for the bus.
meh. thats life, whatcha gonna do about it.