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A real update coolio.
I finally made it home. Everything is the same here. I think I got STDS from sitting on that airport bus for 5 hours while waiting for my stop because my family lacks the knowledge that usually come pick up your daughter that ran away from you and now is coming home on her own will. Maybe they would've picked me up if I would've told them that I was coming. Well, I finally got home. Opened the door and excepted everybody to be sitting around the table crying, and a man showing my dad the missing fliers, and the TV to be on talking about the tragic of me leaving, and to have police officers everywhere. I got greeted with dog shit. Yep, I walk in the door and step on dog shit. We don't even have a fucking dog. Oh yes we do now because cunty Isabella is back. Thong wearing biatch. So I just go to room, actually I did check the fridge incase there was an " I'm sorry" caserole from the ex-soccer mom upstairs. I go to my room and Jordy is in her little girl pjs, holding her bear, and being annoyingly cute as a 5 year old can be. Kassie is in her bed, the sheets thrown off, her boob hanging out of my top from Goodwill that looked achingly good when I bought it but now I don't want to touch it.
I got up the next morning and my dad was putting his Tie on in the mirror I walk by and he screams, " BABY!" and starts hugging me. Not a reaction I thought and not a reaction I'd usually want but in this case I enjoyed it
I finally made it home. Everything is the same here. I think I got STDS from sitting on that airport bus for 5 hours while waiting for my stop because my family lacks the knowledge that usually come pick up your daughter that ran away from you and now is coming home on her own will. Maybe they would've picked me up if I would've told them that I was coming. Well, I finally got home. Opened the door and excepted everybody to be sitting around the table crying, and a man showing my dad the missing fliers, and the TV to be on talking about the tragic of me leaving, and to have police officers everywhere. I got greeted with dog shit. Yep, I walk in the door and step on dog shit. We don't even have a fucking dog. Oh yes we do now because cunty Isabella is back. Thong wearing biatch. So I just go to room, actually I did check the fridge incase there was an " I'm sorry" caserole from the ex-soccer mom upstairs. I go to my room and Jordy is in her little girl pjs, holding her bear, and being annoyingly cute as a 5 year old can be. Kassie is in her bed, the sheets thrown off, her boob hanging out of my top from Goodwill that looked achingly good when I bought it but now I don't want to touch it.
I got up the next morning and my dad was putting his Tie on in the mirror I walk by and he screams, " BABY!" and starts hugging me. Not a reaction I thought and not a reaction I'd usually want but in this case I enjoyed it