I wrote this a while ago.
Today is 4-20-07 and I feel like hurting myself so bad, I punched the hell out of the wall with my left hand. Why not the right, because I cut it. How? With a damn knife. I’m in pain, I hurt and I have a lot of dishes to wash, so I call up my mom to ask her if I can’t wash the dishes for ONE day. And what does she say? Do it anyway? ******** this. I have no band-aids and my hands are in a lot of pain. Tells me. No, because I have a lot of other stuff to do when I get home. SO WHAT!? Then do it on Saturday, ******** you! I’m hurt and she only cares about herself. WHEN she’s sick, I have to do s**t for her, but when I’m hurt, she doesn’t give a ********! SHOWS HOW MUCH YOU CARE! GET OUT OF MY LIFE FOR GOOD! HAVE SOMEONE ELSE TO ADOPT ME! SOMEONE THAT CARES! I can’t live here much longer because I swear, I’m about to kill myself, but I won’t, why? Because I have a life to look forward to. She couldn’t wash the dishes for ONE DAY. ONE ******** DAY. That’s it! Jeeze.. I hate her so much. I’m crying my a** off because I know how much its going to hurt. For this I’d have someone do it for me, or I won’t do it at all, not until I’m better, and.. For your information. I’m typing with my left, not my right.
Sieg Heil Hitler · Mon May 28, 2007 @ 08:20pm · 1 Comments |