Saturday, March 21, 2009

fgjhft

I'm so happy when I'm not home.
But right when I get home, I'm
miserable.

Wouldn't it be smartest if I just not
come home? I should probably just do
that.

I want to see you.
I have to see you.
I'm going to see you.

I need to get out of my household.
I'd rather run away than be here.
My mother thinks I'm kidding when I
say I'm on the verge of mental
breakdown. She's a fucking bitch.
FUCK her.

Now, because of my mother, he's mad
at me.

FUCK MY LIFE times 10.

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