Violets are blue
Your mouth won't stop moving
So shut the ******** up, you.
Woo..
Wonderful day, yes I had.
Pissed Jenny off because I wouldn't let her use both the home computer and her laptop at the same time. So she "forgot" to mention that we had an optometrist appointment or whatever. Mum pulls up in the driveway, calls, and says to me, "Where are you guys? I'm waiting in the car!"
"Wait...what are you talking about?"
"The two of you have appointments! Right now!"
"JENNY DIDN'T TELL ME THAT!"
So then she comes around the corner, smiling. But I have no time to beat the living s**t out of her because I'm running around the house, grabbing pants and my hoodie. That b***h knew it was my pajama day...
*sigh*
So then I got an idiot lady to ******** up on my mouth. Her hands slipped a lot and she punched me once...
>_>
I was just all, "Yeah, okay, I'm fine," and trying not to lose my composure.
And all around me, the people are going around and being all happy and nice. I mean, it's so bad. Anyone can tell that they're just acting. I just wanted to get up and start saying, "You know what I hate the most? Fakers. Who the hell wants to see you faking? So you see how disgusting you all look, doting on us? I don't want to make small talk. And since I don't but you make me anyway, why don't you make it interesting? What kind of ******** up kid wants to talk about school or hair or their edumacation? I want you to talk about how much you want to kill that ulgy s**t of a puppy for pissing on your brand new oriental rug or how going home to a quiet house with no husband to greet you is depressing. Cuz girl, one look at you told me you are ALONE. Stop sugar-coating things, and don't expect me to try and talk while you've got your fingers jammed in my mouth. Get it? Got it? Good."
Yep...
So I changed my colors to red, but they don't look good and she didn't put them on right. So when I got home, I tried to wiggle a couple around.
And, like always, Jenny is being a pain in the a**, mom decided not to do anything about it, and dad is nagging me. I just want all of them to SHUT THE ******** UP. What is so wrong with being quiet?
Grr grr grr. I need something to cheer me up.
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Plus, if they DID talk about how much they hated their lives, you'd complain about that even more. You'd be all, "LIKE I CARE! Leave me alone, b***h, and let me leave."