| so i was reading past entries and...
| there's a very imminent possibility that my life is going to really
start sucking around mid-august. wish me luck. and the same
to you.
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hahahahahaha. boy am i good.
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| will someone please give me a fucking break. i don't want there
to be a lie number 238. i'm tired of finding this shit out.
facebook honestly ruined my life i think. ignorance would be so
much cooler now. but no, i have to find out about all sorts of
things that he's been trying to hide from me. i'm fucking sick of
it. fuck him, fuck me. fuck her. and her too.
fuck my parents who keep me up until 2am because they like to argue
right outside my door. fuck my mother for being such an
ungrateful slut. i'll give you a direct quote
"all you do is go to work and then come home! you can do your own damn bills from now on!"
keep in mind my mother no longer has a job and all she does is sit
around and play with her stupid dogs and go shoe shopping online.
she's just supposed to be in charge of the bills, which i guess is way
too stressful for her and now my dad has to do them himself, on top of
the like 12 hours of work he has a day. and so now all she's
doing is pouting and acting like a poor defenseless battered wife
because he yelled at her. and then he came back because he's
completely spineless and tried to smooth things over. no dad,
don't do that you idiot. you're just perpetuating the
problem. she learns from these experiences. if she makes a
scene she gets a reaction. so fucking stupid.
my parents are honestly going to kill me because i have a C in
history. a 79%, but still a C. hopefully i'll be allowed
out sometime within a month after they get the report card. maybe
i'll be able to intercept it somehow. they never know what the
hell is going on with that sort of thing.
i might not be able to go to cursive because of the warzone in my
house. which will make me so unhappy. i am already so
unhappy. i wish everyone would stop making me so fucking
unhappy. look at the last like 30 xanga entries i've made.
how depressing. when was the last time that i could say that my
life was good. i can't even remember. fuck all you fucking
democrats who did something to him - i don't know what. he's
changed. i can't fucking take it.
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| portland was amazing. i wish i could've stayed and forgotten
about my life here. when the fuck am i going to get over this
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| i am going to portland tomorrow all by myself and will be back wednesday night.
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| this is so tits you don't even understand. this is how you die.
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