<center>*groan* i am probably gonna get grounded, once that leader b*****d finds out. but, oh well. she wants to throw a hissy fit, then fine.
on to another boring issue of the day.
*tries to remember what it was.... oh yeah.*
my things.
i am to the point of insanity with my things. i like to have them away and neat ((or at least by my standards)), and never have anyone touch them untill after i am done playing with whatever it is.
like that happens in this hell hole of a home.
nothing is sacred. nothing, not a single thing, in my possesion has not been touched by their filthy, grimey, destructive hands. it is really beyond standing at times. so hard, i work for these things, and they get to mess with them just because they went crying to dear old bitchy fatass mother.
it drives me insane. i cannot stand it. i want one thing to myself. one thing to cherish that is mine and mine alone.
*is interupted by the feeling of dread as my father comes in.* greaaat.. time to get yelled at more. i'll update more later.</center>
 Silver_Flame118 · Tue Apr 19, 2005 @ 01:23am · 0 Comments |
