May 09, 2005 16:17
I need a mother fucking outlet here. Some kind of mother fucking outlet. I have nowhere to go. No fucking place to go. I can't go run because there are people. alot of fucking people. every fucking place I go. Not that I have running shoes here anyways.
Dear Kim. I fucking hate you. You call me "immature" for turning up the volume on the TV so I can hear it when youre being noisy in the kitchen. Or when your fucking boyfriend, who now lives here, is talking too loud. I'm not claiming im a fucking angel. But she's not so great either. And just because I don't take her shit, I'm rude. Because I choose silence over yelling or choose silence over being FAKE, I'm rude. Because I don't let people walk all over me like she does, then I'm rude. So now I have one exam left. one easy exam. And what do I do with my time, especially because I don't study in the evenings...I watch the fucking TV. And I would have left my fucking tv here if i had known kim would turn into a hypocritical psychopath.
You know kim, there are alot of worse people you could have lived with. I could have blared music. Or beat on my desk. Or ate all your food. I could have let the fridge get moldy because you suck at throwing out milk that's months old. I could have never cleaned a single fucking dish of yours. I fucking hate you. Yep, i fucking said it.
My dad hung up on me. He says he didnt. but he did. he got mad. and hung up. I didnt even call him. i called my mom. my MOM. but now shes on his side. she tells me to go take a walk. well, theres people around. i hate people. Especially the preppy people here.
I cant even type anymore.
Fuck you kim. FUCK YOU