GGGGAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I need to get out of this house.
So I go over to my brothers house to vist for a bit and while I'm there I keep gettin a high pitched ringing in my ears which in turn gives me a headache. So I'm bitchy, like I have been all week long, already. I then come home to find out my mother has moved her boyfriend's fucking ugly ass love seat into my basement living room. First of all I want to know why the fuck would someone go out and by a fucking loveseat for their fucking office and second of all why the fuck does it need to be a huge fucking ugly leather peice of shit, and thrid why the fuck did it need to go into my fucking livingroom where I barely have fucking room for all of my shit let alone a fucking huge ugly ass loveseat.
Now I know there's not much room in our attic or our my mothers living room but for the next month why can't my mother have any courtisyand fucking give me my own space just for a little bit longer. I mean really is that too much to fucking ask?
Damn it now I'm fucking crying.
I just need to be away form everything I wish I could just pick up ang go but I have nowhere to go if I could, so I'm just shit out of luck and going crazier by the day.
Why can't I stop the madness why do I have to be going insane? Why do I always do this to myself, I put myself into these predicaments with no way out and expect others to help me because I have to fucking common sense to do it myself. oh well I guess I'll stop my ranting for now. If you want to talk to me don't try to IM me I'm never there. call me though I can only get one call a day now because my phone is a peice of shit and I can't afford to get it fixed or a new one anyway.
So I go over to my brothers house to vist for a bit and while I'm there I keep gettin a high pitched ringing in my ears which in turn gives me a headache. So I'm bitchy, like I have been all week long, already. I then come home to find out my mother has moved her boyfriend's fucking ugly ass love seat into my basement living room. First of all I want to know why the fuck would someone go out and by a fucking loveseat for their fucking office and second of all why the fuck does it need to be a huge fucking ugly leather peice of shit, and thrid why the fuck did it need to go into my fucking livingroom where I barely have fucking room for all of my shit let alone a fucking huge ugly ass loveseat.
Now I know there's not much room in our attic or our my mothers living room but for the next month why can't my mother have any courtisyand fucking give me my own space just for a little bit longer. I mean really is that too much to fucking ask?
Damn it now I'm fucking crying.
I just need to be away form everything I wish I could just pick up ang go but I have nowhere to go if I could, so I'm just shit out of luck and going crazier by the day.
Why can't I stop the madness why do I have to be going insane? Why do I always do this to myself, I put myself into these predicaments with no way out and expect others to help me because I have to fucking common sense to do it myself. oh well I guess I'll stop my ranting for now. If you want to talk to me don't try to IM me I'm never there. call me though I can only get one call a day now because my phone is a peice of shit and I can't afford to get it fixed or a new one anyway.