. i'm on my way down .
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yeah well, my father's an asshole.. the second i walked in the door he began screaming, asking me what fucking drugs i'd taken that night, accusing me of lying almost before i could say one fucking word. uhg.. UHG! what a dick. then.. merely because i refuse to be treated that way.. ESPECIALLY when i was telling the truth about why i was late.. and why i turned my phone off... i began copping an attitude and then the fuckhead pushed me and threated to take me whittenburg, get me drug tested and have me locked up. then when he realised that i have absolutely no fucking feelings toward that idea when i casually walked out to the car like he told me and even opened the garage door for him he screamed for me to get in the house and proceeded to tell me the same load of shit.. that he was gonna make me take everything outta my room including my clothes and that he was gonna buy my jeans, white cotton t-shirts and keds.. and get me drug tested randomly.. hah! he's so fucking immature. eh..
in other news... Amber is pregnant.. really pregnant.. with boy twins and she and charles are getting married. ::nodnod:: very cool.
i fell asleep reading Helter Skelter. It was nice. No doubt i'll be up all night. ::sigh::
i rilly miss sean and i wish i could call him but like........ i'm rilly fucking grounded.
the thought of chase.. it fucking burns.. like battery acid beneath my fingernails and in the back of my throat and eyes.
i cry. i cry..
"My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal.. on the verge of frenzy.. I think my mask of sanity.. is beginning to slip."
to mommy.
"I wrapped our love in all this foil, suicide like spider legs. I never wanted it to ever spoil.. but flies will lay their eggs."
to Him. (::points:: you know who you are)
"Sometimes i think of you... when i'm.. alone."
chase.
::munches deritos n sips pepsi::
eh..
yeah well, my father's an asshole.. the second i walked in the door he began screaming, asking me what fucking drugs i'd taken that night, accusing me of lying almost before i could say one fucking word. uhg.. UHG! what a dick. then.. merely because i refuse to be treated that way.. ESPECIALLY when i was telling the truth about why i was late.. and why i turned my phone off... i began copping an attitude and then the fuckhead pushed me and threated to take me whittenburg, get me drug tested and have me locked up. then when he realised that i have absolutely no fucking feelings toward that idea when i casually walked out to the car like he told me and even opened the garage door for him he screamed for me to get in the house and proceeded to tell me the same load of shit.. that he was gonna make me take everything outta my room including my clothes and that he was gonna buy my jeans, white cotton t-shirts and keds.. and get me drug tested randomly.. hah! he's so fucking immature. eh..
in other news... Amber is pregnant.. really pregnant.. with boy twins and she and charles are getting married. ::nodnod:: very cool.
i fell asleep reading Helter Skelter. It was nice. No doubt i'll be up all night. ::sigh::
i rilly miss sean and i wish i could call him but like........ i'm rilly fucking grounded.
the thought of chase.. it fucking burns.. like battery acid beneath my fingernails and in the back of my throat and eyes.
i cry. i cry..
"My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal.. on the verge of frenzy.. I think my mask of sanity.. is beginning to slip."
to mommy.
"I wrapped our love in all this foil, suicide like spider legs. I never wanted it to ever spoil.. but flies will lay their eggs."
to Him. (::points:: you know who you are)
"Sometimes i think of you... when i'm.. alone."
chase.
::munches deritos n sips pepsi::
eh..