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okay, so we get home after violin and ashley is like having a pissy time because i stuck some of my books in her rolling backpack so i could carry dinner up TWO BLOCKS to our house. she gets pissed when we get there and after i open the door and take off my shoes she throws my books on the sidewalk and tells me to go pick it up because she doesnt want to carry it anymore. i tell her to pick it up before she comes in and she stands in the doorway and says no and i tell her i should have locked her outside. she gets pissed and slams the front door into a piece of expensive furniture. long story short, dad takes away $50 from ME because i pissed off ashley during her period and he doesnt want to listen to her dispute everything i say. my dad is a fucking asshole. so is my mom. and my sister. and rachel tries too hard to be fair.
i hate my fucking family. i dont understand why they fight over everything except me. and now im just being depressed because i skipped dinner. i wish i had an ipod nano. i wish i had a million bucks. i wish i coud feel like a million bucks. i wish life was simpler than it will become. i wish i could be grateful instead of wanting more.
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roxanne you shouldve told me death cab has a new album. i thought they stopped recording.
i hate my fucking family. i dont understand why they fight over everything except me. and now im just being depressed because i skipped dinner. i wish i had an ipod nano. i wish i had a million bucks. i wish i coud feel like a million bucks. i wish life was simpler than it will become. i wish i could be grateful instead of wanting more.
this has travelled through copper wires, fiber optics and to your computer.
this is me, a transfer of neural synapses to data on a computer chip, sent into the void, condensed to a stream of electrons travelling at relativistic speeds, simplified and aesthetically rearranged into a bunch of pixels on your screen.
roxanne you shouldve told me death cab has a new album. i thought they stopped recording.