Now that I’ve graduated I feel useless when I lay in bed all day so I’m thinking of applying to buffalo exchange
or making more art, brushing up my skills or something
I still need a roommate but I’m awkward and shy so I’ll probably live alone
I’m trying to make something of each day I spend here this summer so I think I’ll ask lainey if she’d like to thrift
I don’t give a fuck who you are. If you push me/hit me/touch me the wrong way, I WILL fucking hit you.
you should know better.
Nuclear Power test!
A vocabulary test!
An ADD and ADHD test!
A pregnancy test! (Don’t fret I’m required to take it by law)
A pre-cal test! (that I will be missing)
and I guess thats it.
:D tomorrow will be fucking rad you guysssxybjx
I’m gonna stick my head in an oven now.
I think realistically and I’m a pretty cynical person so I really hate when I have girly wants and needs. “Ohhh I want a cute relationship I want a boyfriend”. Get the fuck over it! ughhhfrhbghre ew.
I couldn’t sleep all night because my family members are all fucking drunks and decided to drink two bottles of whisky, stay up till 3 and blare music. I already knew it would be a bitch waking up, even more if a bitch then usual. So it’s 7:30 and my phone starts going off, I just want to sleep so I shut it off. Wake up again at 7:45 and that usually means I’m late. I get up, get dressed, put on makeup in 5 minutes and I’m ready. Well my bastard family decided to make pizza at 3 so I figured thats what I’ll have for lunch so I packed some. Well they disposed of it in some way, so now I have no lunch. For once, I see my Mom making me one and I’m amazed but she’s going to make me late. I search for an umbrella because it’s raining like a other fucker which is the reason for me leaving early, get in my car and go. On my way down the street the bridge over the creek is flooded, try to call someone but I don’t have my fucking phone. So I turn around, come back, get my phone and bam it’s already 8:20. This means I’m late for sure. I thought I was going to get back in the car so I left it on. My Mother comes in bitching that the cars still on. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? AFTER ALLLLLLLL THAT BULL SHIT THIS MORNING YOU WANT TO BITCH AT ME FOR THE FUCKING CAR TO BE ON?! So I told her SHE can go turn it off. She tells ME that she dosent want to and that I need to because basically she’s too fucking good for everything and then she told me it’s going to run out of gas and I’ll have to go get gas in the rain. I’m sorry but that set me the fuck off.
I haven’t needed to complain a lot lately because I have SO MUCH to be happy about.
But right now, I need to vent.
Being completely personal right now, I have some very serious health issues that cannot be ignored. Yet my Mom refuses to talk to a doctor, take me to the hospital or pay for any of my medical needs. My Mom and I constantly argue about it. She tells me I’m acting like a bitch because of my problems. When my life revolves around the pills I have to take. It’s all I think of, everything I do, every fucking decision I make has to be monitored because of this medication. Yet she wants to rub it in and blame me for irrelevant things. I’ve never been close or open or loving towards my parents. Just because I can’t make myself. But recently being around her is more then unbearable. I told her I’m never coming back after I leave in only 3 months. It was completely harsh but true and I don’t regret saying it. I really don’t love her. I don’t. I can’t. I want to but it’s impossible.
Today sucked dick
I got my blood taken and that’s always a nightmare
Then my vein wouldn’t stop bleeding
Then my jack ass mother made me get tested for ADHD and that process was fucking miserable, now she wants to shove anti-depressants and ADHD meds down my throat AND go to therapy for anxiety.
Now I have to go get a shot which will probably make me get fat.
MOTHER FUCK
MY MOMS A BITCH
SOMEONE COME TO FUCKING WHOLE FOODS WITH ME SO I CAN BUY THIS GOD DAMN CUPCAKE FOR MY BEST FRIENDS BIRTHDAY
Fuckin’ in the shower!
goin’ 3 hours!
she split on tha dick but the bitch taste sour!
I don’t know you’d have to have been there.
sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex.
