Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Balancing on the edge of the cliff.

I'm quite honestly sick of this. I can't take no much more. It's too stressful. I would much rather just be out all day looking for a job, go to my current job and get back home at 2 am only to wake up at 8am and start the same day all over again.

Mother. She tries her hardest to try to guess me, figure me out, make assumptions. I don't know why. I'm the LAST person anyone should ever try to guess because im far too unique and different. If you know me in real life, you seen how i dress, you know how i talk. You can't pair me with anyone. She forces me to do stuff i don't want to do. My plan is to just go get a fucking job. I dont care if it's wal-mart, mcdonalds, or a IT job. I just want a job. Not a college in delaware so you can move there and gamble to your heart's desires. Don't mess with my plan.

Tom. He's not my father in ANYWAY shape or form. I don't even know if they are dating or what, but they're together. His way of thinking is that all a female is a pile of pleasure. He dosen't know love. He thinks i spend 400 dollars to go to St.Louis just to get a piece of ass. This is why these 2 fight every 10 minutes, cussing each other out, calling each other bitches and whores (i'm being completely serious). Don't mess with my relationship and down mine if you can't get your own straight with my mother (that goes for you to mother..)

It's my life, my girlfriend, we're better than you in every aspect. Take notes instead of negative jokes and maybe you guys can stop arguing every 10 minutes and push it up to 30 minutes.

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