A Bullet to The Brain
No-no-no-no. Let me explain that title first. > 3> I would never kill myself. Never kill myself. Though, I have a feelin' people want me to. Let's explain. :]
Okay, sitting in the kitchen doing homework, JUST CHILLIN', LOLZ. And there comes my dad:
Now, I hate my father, I always have, Not for the fact that he makes me work, because I do expect that, but because he's a dick to others for retarded reasons. Anyway, this is how it goes down.
"Go sit with your sister, Casey."
"I just did, I need to do my homework, then I'll sit with her again." -keep in mind, it was pretty late, so I kinda had to get it done then-
"I don't give a damn about your homework, go."
"One second."
"Now."
"Do you not have any respect for any one?"
"What? You wanna kill yourself? You want a gun?" Now, I didn't know how that came into play, because I have never even considered suicide, and I sure as hell'm not going to now.
"You'd be happier that way. Maybe I could finally please you. Because, you know, everything I do with you is a mistake." Then I got yelled at, which I deserved. > 3> Though, that is true, verything I do is wrong. XP
Teh next daii. :o
So, i get up, go to school, yay, fun. I doodled in second period math, and I had the stupid Nickleback song in my head, so, all I could think of was,
"BILLYBECKYBILLYBECKYBILLYBECKY" The rest seemed to go smoothly. It was pretty funy, because I was standing next to Taylor's chair, and she stood on it in the middle on art, then leaped on my back withou warning. My instant reaction was, ":O!" Luckily, I'm a rather strong boy, so I
could lift her small-ass body. Funny funny indeed. Everyone was like, "WTF!" Then the art teacher came in and we stfu'd and sat down.
Though, it doesn't get interesting until PE. I BROKE MY HAND LOL. I slide on it, and it's broke. :[
I got out early, so, this is why this is being posted rul early like. I'll be going to check it out later, for now,
Have a niceass day
Okay, sitting in the kitchen doing homework, JUST CHILLIN', LOLZ. And there comes my dad:
Now, I hate my father, I always have, Not for the fact that he makes me work, because I do expect that, but because he's a dick to others for retarded reasons. Anyway, this is how it goes down.
"Go sit with your sister, Casey."
"I just did, I need to do my homework, then I'll sit with her again." -keep in mind, it was pretty late, so I kinda had to get it done then-
"I don't give a damn about your homework, go."
"One second."
"Now."
"Do you not have any respect for any one?"
"What? You wanna kill yourself? You want a gun?" Now, I didn't know how that came into play, because I have never even considered suicide, and I sure as hell'm not going to now.
"You'd be happier that way. Maybe I could finally please you. Because, you know, everything I do with you is a mistake." Then I got yelled at, which I deserved. > 3> Though, that is true, verything I do is wrong. XP
Teh next daii. :o
So, i get up, go to school, yay, fun. I doodled in second period math, and I had the stupid Nickleback song in my head, so, all I could think of was,
"BILLYBECKYBILLYBECKYBILLYBECKY" The rest seemed to go smoothly. It was pretty funy, because I was standing next to Taylor's chair, and she stood on it in the middle on art, then leaped on my back withou warning. My instant reaction was, ":O!" Luckily, I'm a rather strong boy, so I
could lift her small-ass body. Funny funny indeed. Everyone was like, "WTF!" Then the art teacher came in and we stfu'd and sat down.
Though, it doesn't get interesting until PE. I BROKE MY HAND LOL. I slide on it, and it's broke. :[
I got out early, so, this is why this is being posted rul early like. I'll be going to check it out later, for now,
Have a niceass day