Saturday, September 27, 2008 @ 12:11 PM
FUCK THEM
Told her fucking nicely I need a fucking new laptop or at least get it fixed. BUT NO. SHE HAD TO SCREAM AT MY FACE. FINE. NEVERMIND. I told her nicely I need a ear plug. BUT NO. SHE HAD TO SCREAM AT ME AGAIN. SHE MAKE THINGS SOUND LIKE EVERYTHING IS MY FUCKING FAULT. SCREW THEM. FUCK. I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S MY MUM'S FUCKING PROBLEM. EVERYTIME, EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME I TELL HER SOMETHING NICELY SHE HAS TO FUCKING SCREAM IN MY FACE JUST TO GET HER FUCKING WAY. FUCK HER. SERIOUSLY FUCK HER. WHAT PART OF SPEAKING NICELY BACK DOES SHE NOT UNDERSTAND. WHY CAN'T SHE BE NORMAL LIKE VERY OTHER MOTHER. WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO FUCKING SCREAM AT ME EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME. WHAT PART OF HURT DOES SHE NOT UNDERSTAND? WHY DOES EVERYONE SIDE HER? FUCK LAH. I REALLY JUST WANT TO DIE. I WASN'T EVEN MEANT TO BE HERE IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE. MAYBE THAT'S WHY THEY TREAT ME LIKE THAT. DAD PAMPERS ME CAUSE HE FELT GUILTY. MUM SCREAMS AND YELL AT ME CAUSE I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE. SCREW THEM. SCREW THEM ALL. ONCE I FINISH UNI I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE THEIR FACES EVER AGAIN. DAD NEVER EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE THAT I'M HIS FUCKING DAUGHTER IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS. I'M ALWAYS SERENE'S DAUGHTER. NEVER HIS. NEVER HIS. I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING CALL HIM DAD WHEN HE'S AROUND HIS FRIENDS. I HATE MYSELF. I REALLY FUCKING HATE MYSELF. I JUST WANNA DIE. 27. September. 2008
