Yesterday we went to my Aunt Pam's house. My cousin Trevor was there. He's thirteen too, so we weere hanging out adn stuff. He's cool. Slept over there, then went shopping for some stuff. I got two new pairs of Van's and a hoodie, along with a belt. Awesome. Came home and we just watched the Butterfly Effect...
Kind of hit a nerve at the end. Stillbirth. Dead baby. So I'm just kind of...I don't know. Bad subject for me. I cried thinking about it. I really hate that word...cried. It's...
Miss you all. A lot. Hope everybody is really happy. .. Edit .
Hm. I really do need anger manegement, I'm hopping or wondering if I should get some soon. My mom told me earlier to take the cloths from the dryer out and put the one's from the washer in the drying. I did and set the dried ones on the bed. Because whenever I put cloths in the dryer, I have to fold them even if she takes them out. Same thing should happen to her. But no. I'm trying to read so she's like. Lovin, go fold the ******** cloths. I tried to read some more. She did it again. So while I was folding cloths I was having a hard time...moving. Something would get caught for five seconds and it would get harder for me to move my muscles. I was still extremely mad. I'm not as much anymore. But I can't read now because she's in the livingroom, the only place I can read. I'm annoyed. And I am wondering about this. If you bottle up anger for a certain amount of time, what happens.
Zombie Doll` · Fri Dec 23, 2005 @ 04:38am · 4 Comments |