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We are now in Oklahoma!! We are getting our house today. Right now I'm in a hotel. Caribou and Diego are playing. Guess the change of scenery doesn't bother them. I wish I would have had more time to get my shit together. But that's ok. I'm just glad to be out of that place. You have no idea how much I hated it. No idea.
I love how I'm the nicest fucking person in the whole world and I still am told that I'm a bitch and I treat people like shit. Seriously. I never tell ANYONE how I really feel about them because I am scared to hurt their feelings. I care about everyone's opinions, mainly because I'm so scared to hurt someone and have them not like me anymore. I allow people to treat ME like shit because I don't want to tell them the truth and have them scream in my face. I avoid confrontation at all cost. Yet I'm a bitch? I'm so glad we moved. That way, I don't have to talk to any of those motherfuckers who say that EVER again. Fuck you all. I don't need any of you.
Oh, and I'm going to prove my mother wrong. My marriage is going to last more than three months. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. You are such a bitch. You don't even want my marriage to LAST? What the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you ever want me to be happy? You say that you do, but you have a funny way of showing it. You've been like that my entire life. When I was little I wanted to be a figure skater. You said I couldn't because my ankles turn down. In college you told me that I was never going to make it as an artist. Ok, if I'm not going to make it, why did you wait till I had two years of art school under my belt to tell me that? You hate my art. You claim it's because you don't understand it. But I do a landscape and you say it's crude and a 5 year old can do it. The only person (besides Michael) who actually cares about my interests is my Aunt Becky. She is so excited about my art degree. But according to you, she treats me like shit and thinks she's too good for me. When has she EVER treated me like shit??? She's always flown me out to see her and came and got me to take me to the beach. She always remembers my birthday. Yet she treats me like shit?? Ok, mom. Go on with your delusions. And I love how you ruined my wedding. You still think you're in the right for it. I have news for you honey, It wasn't your day. It was mine. MINE! Why couldn't you just act nice and be happy for me for ONE.FUCKING.DAY?? That's all I wanted. And I didn't ask you to do anything. You demanded! Ugh.....
I love how I'm the nicest fucking person in the whole world and I still am told that I'm a bitch and I treat people like shit. Seriously. I never tell ANYONE how I really feel about them because I am scared to hurt their feelings. I care about everyone's opinions, mainly because I'm so scared to hurt someone and have them not like me anymore. I allow people to treat ME like shit because I don't want to tell them the truth and have them scream in my face. I avoid confrontation at all cost. Yet I'm a bitch? I'm so glad we moved. That way, I don't have to talk to any of those motherfuckers who say that EVER again. Fuck you all. I don't need any of you.
Oh, and I'm going to prove my mother wrong. My marriage is going to last more than three months. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. You are such a bitch. You don't even want my marriage to LAST? What the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you ever want me to be happy? You say that you do, but you have a funny way of showing it. You've been like that my entire life. When I was little I wanted to be a figure skater. You said I couldn't because my ankles turn down. In college you told me that I was never going to make it as an artist. Ok, if I'm not going to make it, why did you wait till I had two years of art school under my belt to tell me that? You hate my art. You claim it's because you don't understand it. But I do a landscape and you say it's crude and a 5 year old can do it. The only person (besides Michael) who actually cares about my interests is my Aunt Becky. She is so excited about my art degree. But according to you, she treats me like shit and thinks she's too good for me. When has she EVER treated me like shit??? She's always flown me out to see her and came and got me to take me to the beach. She always remembers my birthday. Yet she treats me like shit?? Ok, mom. Go on with your delusions. And I love how you ruined my wedding. You still think you're in the right for it. I have news for you honey, It wasn't your day. It was mine. MINE! Why couldn't you just act nice and be happy for me for ONE.FUCKING.DAY?? That's all I wanted. And I didn't ask you to do anything. You demanded! Ugh.....