My Christmas Gift
So my christmas gift from my dad this year is the new house we all moved into. I got the smallest, squarest room in that whole damned house. 4 exact corners... I live in a fucking box and I get angrier everyday. I don't know what I'm going to do but I've got to put something on the walls, it's killing me and it's been a little over a week. I think it's even smaller than my old room. I really got fucked over on this one. So I'm thinking my dad really isn't getting me anything else cuz he didn't ask me what I wanted. Ok, so that's fine. Just a little upset about it and the fact that we can't eat in our room anymore cuz Stacie's fat ass hordes all the damn dishes in her room WITH FOOD STILL ON THEM for weeks at a time. Fine, whatever, I'll eat in the kitchen, just don't talk to me.
One big thing that got me real mad the other day... Dad announced that sometime early next year (March-April) I'll need to start paying $100 for rent. For my christmas present. ... Merry Christmas.
*FreaK*
One big thing that got me real mad the other day... Dad announced that sometime early next year (March-April) I'll need to start paying $100 for rent. For my christmas present. ... Merry Christmas.
*FreaK*