♥Saturday, November 15, 2008.
DIE FATHER DIE!
waitwait, i kinda take that back.
damn you moneyyy!
okay, sooo die if we're rich.
once we have enough money,
DIE FATHER DIEEE!!
so annoyinggggg.
sososo many things.
i still don't have my star world back.
my private practice dvd is messed up.
and oh, there are many things in between then and now.
but let's just come to today.
cause honestly, there is not a single day
that goes by without my father making me hate him.
god, he is one hell of a crazy bastard.
he didn't want to let me use the speakers.
oh his precious expensive big speakers
and made me use his tiny stupid lousy portable speakers
to watch friends.
saying how i would spoil his speakers.
and he didn't want that to happen.
WHAAT! you friggin idiot.
ok, i don't know what to say.
but that was annoying okay!
stupid, not letting me use them cause i would spoil them?
it's not like i don't let him use his hands to eat my stuff
cause he would DEFINITELY spoil them.
cause let us seee shall we.
he uses those fat hands to dig his ears, nose, teeth and ass.
OHMYGODDD, how disgusting is that?
i just don't eat them anymore.
gross.
see! he friggin spoils my food.
and it's not like i would spoil the speakers.
i've used them before.
everyone has.
and what the hell is it there for if not for using it to watch shows.
which requires listening.
not like all his sick pornos.
perv.
then after watching friends with his lousy filthy speakers,
i well just unplugged them
and didn't switch them off
honestly, because i didn't really think
of them shitty things needing to be turned off.
then he scolded me for that?
what the hell?
like oh, next time you see the red light,
you have to make sure it's gone!
oh for godssake i'm not stupid.
jackass.
and telling my mother how i can't be trusted.
saying that if it rains,
i won't bring in the clothes.
you can't trust me to listen and do things.
ohman, can i strangle him please?
i am not the idiot that cannot even answer the phone
when it was so friggin near me.
and oh yes, someone else, had to come downstairsss
to answer it.
well, that was before we got the cordless.
but nowwww he still does not answer the goddamn phone
when it's like blates nearest to him.
so let me just say,
WHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!asshole.
so with all this.
OHMYGODD,
i reaaaaallly REALLLLYYYYYYY wonder why
i don't talk to him.
WHHHYYY IN THE WORLD i do not want to get close to him
and be his daughter.
can someone tell me why?
cause it's only MY loss to not get to know him
because, awwww, he already has two sons
who love him very much.
no matter how much he verbally abuses us.
oh why do i hate that self-righteous man so much?
it just confuses me so much
and i don't understand my behaviour
it just doesn't make any sense.
bastard
4:07 PM
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