Silence and New Format
Yeah I know I've been posting the fuck out of my journal with random pointless shit, well fuck you. I've been bored and I don't know why the Hell I've been posting all this stupid shit. I can't seem to make myself vent about all the bullshit I'm going through with my mum.
She's being such an whore. It's annoying. She won't give me my stuff because she, and I partially quote,
Doesn't think I'll be living with my father.
Fuck her. She has no idea what kind of a person she is. She's a controlling, dominering asshat. She thinks she fucking owns me. Well she doesn't. And I told her that and she said,
"We'll see about that."
The fuck if I'm going to stand back and let her try and ruin my life. I finally escaped from her and I am not going back. I am not her puppet. I never will be her puppet. I hate her and want her to die love her but godfuckingdamn. I can't take the shit she puts me through.
I'm tired of playing mother without a clue and I'm tired of dealing with her bullshit about men being pigs and then her turnign around and running off to be with them every chance she gets. Why can't she just leave me alone and do that? Why does she have to drag me along?! Because I'm a tool. That's why.
A fucking tool to get money and pity. I'm not going to fucking take that. I refuse to be thought of as that. I'm not just some tool and I never will be. I won't do this. You know because of all this bullshit I've been talking with Kleo and Estelle about commiting suicide?
I'm acctually concidering it. Or even fucking just doing the choppy choppy. I already trashed my hair. Yeah I wanted it to be shorter and look J-Rockish but I had to do it or else it was going to be my arm or leg or something. I'm tired of Kathy fucking treating me like trash and I'm doing everything I can to get away from it.
I'm cutting the strings you bitch and I hope you hang yourself with them.
She's being such an whore. It's annoying. She won't give me my stuff because she, and I partially quote,
Doesn't think I'll be living with my father.
Fuck her. She has no idea what kind of a person she is. She's a controlling, dominering asshat. She thinks she fucking owns me. Well she doesn't. And I told her that and she said,
"We'll see about that."
The fuck if I'm going to stand back and let her try and ruin my life. I finally escaped from her and I am not going back. I am not her puppet. I never will be her puppet. I hate her and want her to die love her but godfuckingdamn. I can't take the shit she puts me through.
I'm tired of playing mother without a clue and I'm tired of dealing with her bullshit about men being pigs and then her turnign around and running off to be with them every chance she gets. Why can't she just leave me alone and do that? Why does she have to drag me along?! Because I'm a tool. That's why.
A fucking tool to get money and pity. I'm not going to fucking take that. I refuse to be thought of as that. I'm not just some tool and I never will be. I won't do this. You know because of all this bullshit I've been talking with Kleo and Estelle about commiting suicide?
I'm acctually concidering it. Or even fucking just doing the choppy choppy. I already trashed my hair. Yeah I wanted it to be shorter and look J-Rockish but I had to do it or else it was going to be my arm or leg or something. I'm tired of Kathy fucking treating me like trash and I'm doing everything I can to get away from it.
I'm cutting the strings you bitch and I hope you hang yourself with them.