So I woke up today. My dad forgot to leave me money, I had spent all the money in my wallet on carting and there was no fucking thing to eat in the house. So I drank milk, the low fat milk my mother bought. And now she's angry because there isn't much left in the box.... So its my fault again. Sometimes I really dun fucking understand them. Yes its true I don't usually do housework, I hardly wash my cups, or plates or whatever. But even when I do it, it doesn't matter, they don't realize it. Not that I want them to praise me or anything, but if they think its ok to fuck me around when I don't do the dishes then they better say something when I do... Why should it be any different? People who feel fucked usually complain, but there are those who don't. Those who keep mum always, those who people criticize that dun give a fuck about anything. What's the point? Forget it..... Savant at 1/12/2004 08:38:00 pm ;
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