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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 9:43 am
Becoming a crackhead, using my gramma's credit card to buy s**t for your 'friends', to buy more crack, to waste on s**t you'll never see again... waisting enough money that could have been spent on a brand new car... perhaps for ME, considering I'm about to graduate? THEN being such an emotional drag, that you made my gramma sick? Then she pays over 1o,ooo to have you taken away, to rehab... and you do GREAT. You do very well, get healthy, deal with with drawl... you get our hopes up.
Of course, it seemed too good.
...then when the lady there asks why you did it... the reasons behind the drug abuse... you pack up and run away because you're too p***y to admit why to anyone but yourself... and call everyone you know, saying we abandoned you, and left you down there alone to starve... when just yesterday, that woman watched over you, and you stuffed your fat a** face... Too bad you got all that food, maybe if you'd rationed it off, you wouldn't be hungry NOW, and maybe you coulda gotten a ticket back home, so you could stay out on the streets HERE. At least here you've got crack-fiends to go to...
Good job, mom. I'm real proud of you.
Good job...
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 9:13 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:22 pm
You know what disturbedgirly needs?  Well, maybe not a need.. But you damn well deserve it. @_@ Your life sounds so stressful..
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:15 pm
Update:
Thanks for the cookie. <3
And only when my family is involved.
Well, she managed to get home, so while here, she totally had a relapse, and begged and cried like a spoiled preteen drama queen to get about $1,ooo from my gramma, and to borrow her car. Of course, she got a no, so after a bit more of the acting like a baby, she eventually took out my sister's knife, and held it to her wrist, saying she would do it if we didn't do what she said.
My sister and I called the cops on her. It was kinda funny, she saw them, so she ran inside, to my grampa's gun cabinet. She grabbed a gun, but my gramma took it from her. Lulz, they didn't have bullets in them. Gramma shoulda let her try using it, it would have been funny seeing her reaction to nothing happening.
Is it bad I'm so used to this kinda thing, that this didn't even phase me, actually, that it amuses me?
I sat, laughing as the cops cuffed her and dragged her off.
*shrug*
The moment is amusing, but afterwards is highly annoying.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:05 pm
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