I'm so sick of this.
I'm so fucking sick of people touching my shit. I mean seriously- if you see a bunch of damned disks that say "INSTALATION" on them why are you going to move them? Does it make any fucking sense to move it!? NO it doesn't. I mean damnit; I had to buy a new booting disk for my laptop, now I'm probably going to buy another fucking cd for my printer, or infact another damn printer all together. Fuck this shit- I was so excited to get my fucking laptop back, so fucking excited that i found the perfect Koi Fish tattoo, that it doesn't matter now. No more fucking god damn things for me. God is telling me no more shit for Sara. Well, you know what? fuck you god! JUST FUCK YOU!!!!
I'm sick and tired of this. I'm done. I'm just done. Mom wouldn't lend me the 1.25 I needed to buy a book about 1000 tattoos, then she was going to lend it to me when we were gone with the mall and all that shit. Then I can't find my printer disk. What type of shit is this? I'm seriously done. FUCK THIS