ERGHHHH!!!
I'm really tired of my mother's bullshit. She knows I'm not fucking comfortable with that sorry motherfucker being here, so of course He is. He came over for dinner- what ever, but now he's over here again. What am I supposed to think. Does she honestly think just because I sat in a little room in a little chair and was interogated by some crazy woman that every things okay? I still can't stand his fucking petiliphiliac guts- and I wish he'd die. I've already told both of them that. Damn!!! She is so fucking disgusting that she has to run back to this perverted son of a bitch to find whatever kind of happiness she thinks she's found. This is Bullshit. I can't even enjoy myself for one night around here anymore. The concert lastnight was awesome(kinda)and then I come home and "lock" myself in my room. Erggh!! I fucking hate them all and I wish I had somewhere to go, to breath.