• it's not your failt. it's theirs.
    they don't under stand me.
    i do everything in the world, and they give crap.
    i do the cooking, cleaning, the washing, everything in this house and they don't give me any thing.
    sure i ask to be taken somewhere, but that's all.
    and to buy stuff cause i can't.
    when i was little,
    i wished i was never born,
    i still do.
    the smile i give them is fake.
    the one school, thats real.
    school, and computer are the things that i'm able to get my sadness and angry out of me.
    *cry*