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Sarah's Shit
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2004-01-21 19:32:36 (UTC)

Fucking Awesome.

My whole life is fucking awesome. At the moment, I'm
stuck here in 7th period Computers, and I'm leaving at
3:00. Guess where I'm going. Last Friday, before I went
to school, my mom corners me and she tells me that she's
fucking sending me to counseling. And she wont tell me
why, and so at 10 in the morning, I go to this counseling
thing in Charleston, and while I'm there (WHY THE HELL AM
I THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!?!?) she goes and tells me that
while I was gone, she fucking went in my room, searched
through my stuff, and found my journal. And, of course,
guess what she does. She fucking reads the whole month of
December, because she "wanted to know a little bit more
about what I was thinking." I'm like if I wanted you to
know what I was thinking, then I'd fucking tell you what I
was thinking! And I write about like everything in my
journal. There was shit about pills, drinking, the fact
that I fucking want to die, .... I recorded a few suicide
attempts. All of it. And she fucking read it. Too bad
the suicide attempts didn't work. I'm like immune to
every fucking pill on the planet, it's not fair.
Dammit.... and now she thinks I'm a basket case (which I
am) and I need counseling (which I don't) and all this
other shit. I don't even want to go into it. Fuck. Oh,
and when she was in my room, she just happened to look in
one of my cabinets and she sees these pills in there.
There were 5 big white ones and one little blue one. The
white ones were just painkillers, from when I had a cold,
believe it or not. And the blue was just Aleve or
something. Not a big deal. But she takes them to a local
pharmacy and has them checked out. I'm like ......okay,
thanks....get the hell away from me. It fucking sucks.
And on top of that, our computer got a fucking virus and
now I can't get online at all, cause all the icons
disappeared. We really need to get a new one. Oh well,
screw this. Byez,
.:Sarah:.


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