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Thursday, July 17, 2008


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Fuck her. I just want to rip something apart right now. I'm so, so... SICK of this.

It's my life. MINE. What the fuck do you think you're doing planing MY life like I'm a 10 year old? You make me hate you. You make me want to run, and get the hell outa here as soon as I can. You make me want to throw myself in front of an 18-wheeler. I'm sorry I'm not sociable enough for you, sorry you're obsessed with me and never want to let me go. Stop planning my life, get your fucking hands off me. I'm not your angel child that you want to show off to everyone, stop putting a leash on me and touting me around like a showdog. You think I'm so different from every other kid because I act nice to you, because I ACT how you want me to. Fuck that. You don't know the real me at all. You'd hate the real me if you knew who I was. I don't like being outside, I don't like going to the pool, getting sunburned. I don't have the patience to deal with bratty, selfish little kids right now. I don't have the patience to deal with bratty, selfish adults right now. I don't want to go visit someone I used to be friends with in elementary school and now have nothing in common with. And I don't want to hear your incessant rambling about Home Depot and granite countertops, and couches, and chairs, and paint samples, and trim, and floor boards, and carpet, lamps, windows, construction, floor tiles, fucking SCREWS, I DON'T CARE. Go fuck yourself. You want to visit people, fine. You want to put this huge project on your shoulders, even though you're too overwhelmed from other things, fine. Don't fucking drag me with you. Just fucking let go of me.

GET ME OUT OF HERE.

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