You ever get that urge to just repeated hit the wall again and again and again until your hand is such a broken and bloody mess that it shocks the ER docs?
I've got it right now.
First, I still cannot get a hold of my fucking mother. You'd think the bitch would turn on the phone at least once a day, just in case somebody, oh I don't know, went to the hospital or died or something. At this point, she can fucking walk home from the bus station, 'cause I really don't fucking care when, or if, she even comes home.
Fucking Bitch.
Then there's my dumbass fucking brother. The youngest one that is. Last week, the thermostat hose went on the car, we told him to change the thermostat when he replaced the hose, but the cheap fuck decided not to, cause he needed a new hat or shirt or whatever the fuck he bought with the money. Tonight, I got off at 10, he PROMISED me he would be there no later than 10:30, cause he was working drive thru and got off at the same time I did. Finally got a call at 11 fucking 15 that the car was overheating and I needed to call Will to come and take me home.
Fucking Moron.
Then there's my whiny ass father, who's pissed off that my grandmother got me the cell phone and is convinced I'm going to leave her the fucking bill, even though I told her and him that I would make sure it was paid. Not that it's any of his fucking business. But no, the world revolves around Edward Fucking Fox Jr, former crackhead extroidinare. So today, when she came down he and my prissy ass, fatfucking Stepmom took her out to lunch. She was suppossed to come and see me, 'cause I asked her too, she ended up giving my inhaler to Greg to give to me, and then she went back to Creston. Stupid fucked up father *knew* she was coming here, knew she had to get back to work tonight, and KNOWS she spaces off the time. So, I didn't get to see her, didn't get to give her the books I found for her, and didn't get to ask her advice on the hem for my blanket.
Fucking Prick.
And then fuck all idiots at my house, couldn't keep an eye on Seph today, so he got my HP DVD jammed in the DVD player. It has a good sized scratch on it. I don't know if it's ruined or not. I have to play it through. That and fucking Justin and TJ can't be fucking bothered to pick up their fucking mess in the living room or the bathroom, which means I get to do it. And they know I'm still having fucking trouble with my lungs from the attacks I had earlier this week. My chest still feels tight, and I still have problems walking up the stairs.
Fucking Idiots.
At this point, the world could go straight to fucking hell for all I care. No wait, I'm going to hell, the parties are better down there. The rest of you stay right fucking here.
*off to NOT punch a wall*
I've got it right now.
First, I still cannot get a hold of my fucking mother. You'd think the bitch would turn on the phone at least once a day, just in case somebody, oh I don't know, went to the hospital or died or something. At this point, she can fucking walk home from the bus station, 'cause I really don't fucking care when, or if, she even comes home.
Fucking Bitch.
Then there's my dumbass fucking brother. The youngest one that is. Last week, the thermostat hose went on the car, we told him to change the thermostat when he replaced the hose, but the cheap fuck decided not to, cause he needed a new hat or shirt or whatever the fuck he bought with the money. Tonight, I got off at 10, he PROMISED me he would be there no later than 10:30, cause he was working drive thru and got off at the same time I did. Finally got a call at 11 fucking 15 that the car was overheating and I needed to call Will to come and take me home.
Fucking Moron.
Then there's my whiny ass father, who's pissed off that my grandmother got me the cell phone and is convinced I'm going to leave her the fucking bill, even though I told her and him that I would make sure it was paid. Not that it's any of his fucking business. But no, the world revolves around Edward Fucking Fox Jr, former crackhead extroidinare. So today, when she came down he and my prissy ass, fatfucking Stepmom took her out to lunch. She was suppossed to come and see me, 'cause I asked her too, she ended up giving my inhaler to Greg to give to me, and then she went back to Creston. Stupid fucked up father *knew* she was coming here, knew she had to get back to work tonight, and KNOWS she spaces off the time. So, I didn't get to see her, didn't get to give her the books I found for her, and didn't get to ask her advice on the hem for my blanket.
Fucking Prick.
And then fuck all idiots at my house, couldn't keep an eye on Seph today, so he got my HP DVD jammed in the DVD player. It has a good sized scratch on it. I don't know if it's ruined or not. I have to play it through. That and fucking Justin and TJ can't be fucking bothered to pick up their fucking mess in the living room or the bathroom, which means I get to do it. And they know I'm still having fucking trouble with my lungs from the attacks I had earlier this week. My chest still feels tight, and I still have problems walking up the stairs.
Fucking Idiots.
At this point, the world could go straight to fucking hell for all I care. No wait, I'm going to hell, the parties are better down there. The rest of you stay right fucking here.
*off to NOT punch a wall*
