Getting the Hell out of LA
I'm flying out on an aircraft in fours hours, but gotta run to the airport because of homeland security and shit (luckily I live right next to the airport) so it won't take so long to get there. I'm unhappy with the way this trip soured. My dad and older sister are being manipulative and evil and succeed in ridding of me because of some gossip and petty bullshit that primarily my sister conjured up. When you bring up my car accident that happened four months ago and bitch at me because you claim I never told you I suffered a busted lip and unconciousness and supposedly I'm a secrective snob, it makes perfect fucking bloody random sense. And then you tell everyone in my nosy, gossiping family, and they all think I'm a secretive snob because they are dumb. What the fuck ever. If you have to pick a fight with me, that's when you know you're a fucking psycho.
I am so sick of this city, the smog, the people, my family. But I will miss my mom, because she is just like me, so my siblings and dad hate her just like they hate me. On top of this, I have tonsilitis/pharynxgitis again! It is not fun. The coedine trips make the time go by, but that's good and interesting for so long. So I can't talk, and I can't live. I'm so mad at people who fight me for stupid shit. I'm over it.
Now I begin the final chapter in my Portland life in April. My birthday is soon, and my baby is coming up to visit me (Chrissy). I will miss my mom, for I know I won't return to this place for a very long time. But I'm ready to go. I feel like the James Bond theme "All Time High". I really like that song, and yes it's from a movie called "Octopussy" but it so fits this theme. Well i must go, I've a flight to catch.
I am so sick of this city, the smog, the people, my family. But I will miss my mom, because she is just like me, so my siblings and dad hate her just like they hate me. On top of this, I have tonsilitis/pharynxgitis again! It is not fun. The coedine trips make the time go by, but that's good and interesting for so long. So I can't talk, and I can't live. I'm so mad at people who fight me for stupid shit. I'm over it.
Now I begin the final chapter in my Portland life in April. My birthday is soon, and my baby is coming up to visit me (Chrissy). I will miss my mom, for I know I won't return to this place for a very long time. But I'm ready to go. I feel like the James Bond theme "All Time High". I really like that song, and yes it's from a movie called "Octopussy" but it so fits this theme. Well i must go, I've a flight to catch.