Monday, June 06, 2005
at the rate my parents are pissing me off,
i think i'll disown them by the end of the hols.
list of things i did this morning,
cleaned my room (fuck you bastard, are you blind? i CLEANED IT)
endored 5 hours of nagging from not one but TWO parents.
cleaned my room again (shifting things around making it look different, so that they will think i cleaned it.)
and endored another 1 hours of nagging about my room.
THEN when i finish everything and im finally allowed to use the computer for more then 5 minutes (which is what ive been doing for the past 2 days. torture.)
he gives me my HOMEWORK and tells me to do it AND its about science (which i think i did ok for, (65) which is what the rest of the class got.)
and it SAYS that i didnt perform well for my science paper.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP OFF I DID PERFECTLY WELL FOR IT YOU BEEP!
AND HE TELLS ME TO START ON IT NOW!! LIKE WTF I JUST FINSIHED ALL THE BULLSHIT YOU ASKED ME TO DO AND YOU ASK ME TO DO BRAIN TORTURE.
one day i should ask them how it feels to be mentally disable.
my father is retarded and my mother is demented.
bloody asses.
seriously.
and now i have my science infront of me..
the whole class got it i bet,
if I didnt do satisfactory,
then the WHOLE class didnt do well.
I think my years of anger is coming out now adays.
im getting angry at the smallest things.
really, everything is getting too much.
everyone is being emo.
no one is laughing anymore.
everyone is crying.
no one is trying to smile.
everyone is trying to show that they are having a bad time.
no one is making an effort to be happy.
except a few.
the people who realise.
so much bottled anger in me.
i wonder how i live with the monsters they call parents.
i guess their not all the same.
i guess there are some who get good parents.
they are the lucky ones.
i wonder what happened to the children who swore not to be mean to thier children.
i wonder what happened to children.
i wonder why children are the way they are.
is it because of parents?
my parents drive me crazy.
do yours?
sighs.
i need a voodoo doll.
oh and the thing is almost finished.
now just the paint.
i hope you like it.
ahhaha.
where the fuck is my paint..
i should stop swearing.
and our scars remind us that the past is real.
i tear my heart open just to feel.
bleh.
damn nice song.
thanks max.
wheee.
i told ariel what my post meant last night.
i wonder if he read it?
hurhur.
ok i think ill go now
before i start screaming again.
too much anger built by my parents.
the anger can build a damn solid wall if it were stone.
4.54pm
jade;d @ 4:35 PM