No Excuses

Pillow Of Your Bones
2002-06-17 22:31:18 (UTC)

talk about selfish. the whore..

talk about selfish. the whore starts bitching at me for
trying to eat a bowl of cereal bc im supposed to
psychically kno that shes actually cooking tonight (which
happens about once a month!). then i lock my bedroom door
so i can have some privacy while i change (god forbid) and
next thing i kno im being bitched at for not liking her. i
get in trouble for not saying hello, not laughing and
smiling around her, not talking to her anymore, not eating
right, being depressed...
shes going to take away the 'privilages i have bc of her'
if i keep it up. well she can go fuck herself bc what
exactly are those privalages? my car? i paid for it.
internet? i pay the cable bill every month. $? yea right!
food? i either eat cereal, buy myself fast food or starve
(most common). clothes? i get all those from belles (;-))
or buy my own. anything else? not that i can think of. oh!
she even mentioned me 'constantly demanding money for gas'
HA!...i asked for it yesterday ($5) and today ($10) and i
got it from my dad (who im paying back...just like all the
other rare occasions when i need $). whatever. i really
cant wait till im 18. i dunno if ill be able to stand
living here even that long. god. im going out...i dont care
what she says. she already gave me a ridiculous new curfew.
i do hafta be careful tho. laura pointed out today the fact
that parents tend to think its a good punishment to take
away ur friends/significant other. hmm. she can go ahead
and take away my car and pc for all i care. i hate the car,
shed just hafta drive me to work everyday and my friends
all drive so i can still go out. hmpf. well imma go try to
get outta this fucking hell hole. bye.