So so so...
This weekend I would like to call...hmm...
Shit Weekend. The shittiest weekend of the world.
I fucking hate Scott.
I fucking hate my mom.
I fucking hate Smeen.
I fucking hate headaches.
I fucking hate the fact that I make all the wrong choices.
I fucking hate the fact that I am scared to do things because I think to logically.
I fucking hate the fact that I am scared to do things because I think to emotionally.
I fucking hate when people think I am lazy.
I fucking hate when people interupt me.
I fucking hate that I am still fat.
Right now I even fucking hate Jo-jo.
I fucking hate the fact that my dad is coming home.
I fucking hate the fact that he may take the truck because now everyone thinks it is mine and I think it is mine but most likely it will be taken from me again because...
I fucking hate life.
You know...I am in the play and the moral of the play is to live life to the fullest...it is fucking impossible. It really is. Then Jessee said to just strive to achieve it...well that is not a good enough answer for me.
I fucking hate the fact that I forget to call to get a job.
I fucking hate the fact that I want so much more money.
I fucking hate the fact that no one gives 2 shits if someone is sad.
I fucking hate when I am pitied.
I fucking hate lame show ideas that are gay and on TV.
I fucking hate the fact that I will most likely not become anything.
I fucking hate the fact that NOTHING works to my advantage.
I fucking hate how I lie.
I fucking hate hate hate hate and want to stub in the face David Blizzard. I just want to knock the shit out ot him.
I hate the look Jo-jo is giving me because I am going fucking insane here.
I hate how no matter how hard I try I will always be concidered lazy...no matter what! NO MATTER FUCKING WHAT I DO!
I am a fucking quitter
I am fucking fat
I am a fucking liar
I fucking talk to much
I fucking LOVE sex and never have had it.
I fucking love how I am so fucking 2 people in one.
I hate the fact that I am not even fucking reaching out for the Lords help anymore because it seems so pointless.
I hate the fucking fact that I have been sitting in my house these past 2 weeks thinking myself into a fucking crazy house.
I am home alone and it is dark and I want some crazy fucking guy to break in and just fucking put a gun in my mouth and shoot the everliving out of me. And get away with it.
Shit Weekend. The shittiest weekend of the world.
I fucking hate Scott.
I fucking hate my mom.
I fucking hate Smeen.
I fucking hate headaches.
I fucking hate the fact that I make all the wrong choices.
I fucking hate the fact that I am scared to do things because I think to logically.
I fucking hate the fact that I am scared to do things because I think to emotionally.
I fucking hate when people think I am lazy.
I fucking hate when people interupt me.
I fucking hate that I am still fat.
Right now I even fucking hate Jo-jo.
I fucking hate the fact that my dad is coming home.
I fucking hate the fact that he may take the truck because now everyone thinks it is mine and I think it is mine but most likely it will be taken from me again because...
I fucking hate life.
You know...I am in the play and the moral of the play is to live life to the fullest...it is fucking impossible. It really is. Then Jessee said to just strive to achieve it...well that is not a good enough answer for me.
I fucking hate the fact that I forget to call to get a job.
I fucking hate the fact that I want so much more money.
I fucking hate the fact that no one gives 2 shits if someone is sad.
I fucking hate when I am pitied.
I fucking hate lame show ideas that are gay and on TV.
I fucking hate the fact that I will most likely not become anything.
I fucking hate the fact that NOTHING works to my advantage.
I fucking hate how I lie.
I fucking hate hate hate hate and want to stub in the face David Blizzard. I just want to knock the shit out ot him.
I hate the look Jo-jo is giving me because I am going fucking insane here.
I hate how no matter how hard I try I will always be concidered lazy...no matter what! NO MATTER FUCKING WHAT I DO!
I am a fucking quitter
I am fucking fat
I am a fucking liar
I fucking talk to much
I fucking LOVE sex and never have had it.
I fucking love how I am so fucking 2 people in one.
I hate the fact that I am not even fucking reaching out for the Lords help anymore because it seems so pointless.
I hate the fucking fact that I have been sitting in my house these past 2 weeks thinking myself into a fucking crazy house.
I am home alone and it is dark and I want some crazy fucking guy to break in and just fucking put a gun in my mouth and shoot the everliving out of me. And get away with it.