Thursday july 14th;
You fucking always get along with your friends. You stay out all night drinking. In the morning you let out all your anger on me. I tell you over over I hate getting yelled at and that's all you do.
I fucking hate you. All of you. Why did she have to die. What the fucking hell did I do to deserve my own mother's death at such a young age. I can't even remember her face. All the things I never got to do with her. That fucking rotting fat ass awful step-mom only cares for her fucking self and I'm tired of her.
I'm tired of everybody here. You yell at me in the middle of the morning to get up and wash your clothes and sweep the bathroom you just used. Your not me. You say you'll make me clean the entire house by myself huh? Then fucking do It I don't care about anything anymore.
Note to self:
Just reply yes or no, sound kind don't be nice close yourself in. Don't open up anymore they don't care it fucking pointless
