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Oh, yuck, today is not a good day. My mom is just full of lies, isn't she? I just hate it when she gets my hopes up about something, then tells me that I can't do whatever she said I can do. I know there are people out there with way worse moms than mine, but damn, I'm beginning to hate my mom more and more every day. She's being such a b***h lately. Like she's permanently PMSing.
Ugh, tomorrow's ******** New Year's Eve which means that the rest of my ******** annoying a** family will be here. Ugh, why can't my family learn that it's best to just leave me alone?! In fact, why can't anyone learn that? I hate it when I want to be left alone, yet people keep pushing and pushing. Especially my dad. Oh my Gosh, he's the worst one of all! He just does not take a hint that I want to be left alone! He's almost as bad as a kid brother who won't stay out of your business!
My surgery is Tuesday. You know what I'm going to do Tuesday? Absolutely nothing. I'm going to go through with the surgery, and then once it's over, I'm not talking to ANYONE! Not even the damned doctor! I'm going to keep my mouth glued shut and my parents had better forget me even sparing them a glance! It's going to be glare city for them! That should just perk my mom right up. She just loves it when I glare at her </sarcasm>. But you know, I don't care, because I'm going to save a look for her that's going to be so bad, if looks could kill, she'll be digging her own grave.
But you know, I have my way of getting back at her. I know it's not a very good way, but it's the only way I know how. I've been cheating so much lately. Chocolate, and pizza, and pretty much any fatty foods I can get my hands on. Oh, sure, the pain is terrible, but hey, I can manage it. The damn thing is coming out in 3 days anyway. I can manage 'til then. The only problem is, I've run out of food. The fat whore ((my sister)) ate everything already. So I'm stuck foraging .... on a hurt stomach ... it sucks, but any little bit of food I can find helps.
Ugh, I have a headache from Hell. Yep. I'll tell you my headache's name, too. Kelli. Is it bad that I sometimes wish my sister would die? I sometimes have moments when I realize how much I truly do hate my little sister. And I do not use that term lightly. There are times when my heart is filled with nothing but hate at the thought of her. Is that a bad thing? Well, if it is, it's not my fault she's such a b***h. Maybe if my b***h of a mother would let me smack her around a bit, then I wouldn't carry so much anger around with me and I wouldn't hate so much. You know what, though? The day is coming when I'm not going to care what happens to myself. I'll just care about causing the Brat as much pain as physically possible. Then I'll feel better. Oh, yes. So much better. One day. That brat will push me over the edge. One day ...
~Accio.Snuffles~ · Sat Dec 30, 2006 @ 10:34pm · 0 Comments |
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