Making out at 8 am is FUCKING LOUD. Shouting from the top floor, to the basement because you can’t find your prostitute shoes is FUCKING LOUD. Laughing like a tool is FUCKING LOUD. Just get out of my house forever please.
I live with Satan, in the form of a 30 year old idiot known as my dad's girlfriend. Don't mind the rampages, I'd be surprised if anyone read them at all.
Vent.
March 17, 2012
You’re just loud as fuck.
February 24, 2012
4:20
I need a drive to work TWO - THREE TIMES A WEEK. That’s it. My dad drives me, ONE of those times, if I’m lucky. When he drives me, I better be at work on fucking time. If he decides to pick his ugly, no good, useless girlfriend up from work, it can be later than 4:40, when I’m supposed to be at work. EVERY FUCKING TIME he tells me that he’s going to take me at 4:20. I DON’T FUCKING WORK AT 4:20. His fucking girlfriend can wait for 10 extra goddamn minutes while I go to work. Jesus. I can not even deal with this right now.
February 11, 2012
February 9, 2012
February 9, 2012
FUCK GIVES EMPHASIS ON MY ANGER
Don’t tell me that I shouldn’t be swearing, because I solemnly believe that I have a right to curse at any moment I please. When I ask you to watch my practice, you GET YOUR ASS TO THE GYM AND FUCKING WATCH. For someone who hasn’t seen a practice in over 3 years, it is 800% acceptable that I expect you to be there on your VACATION WEEK OFF. When you show the fuck up, 15 minutes LATER than when my practice originally ended don’t you give me your fucking attitude and proper parenting mannerisms by demanding I not swear, following my heartfelt ‘Are you fucking kidding me?!”, murmured seconds after I opened the car door. It’s not a lot to ask. Especially since your ugly, no good, stinky, dirty, chunky, ugly, trashy, big- waisted, selfish, needy, faggot of a girlfriend is the only thing you even THINK about spending time with.
Countdown until I can move out, and move in with some nice boys to show my dad how uncomfortable I felt with his new ‘roommate’….begins now.
February 5, 2012
“Maybe you should say I can”.
My dad just told me to kill myself, in the least subtle way possible.
Dad: Let’s see if you can go one week without saying ‘I can’t, I won’t, No”.
Me: If we get robbed and they tell me to kill myself, this rule shouldn’t apply.
Dad: Well, maybe you should say “I can”.
No matter what anyone seems to be like on the outside, don’t you EVER tell them they should die. Not as a joke, not as a prank, not to be funny, not even if you truly dislike them. I looked up to my dad for 15 years. And it will only ever be those 15 years that I will respect him. He has no idea the struggles a teenager faces, and has no idea how his stupid life choices to leave my mom, and get this fucking awful girlfriend have changed the way I act. Never has he consulted me about my well being and asked if I needed his help. I have been suicidal for such a long time, and for him to say that makes me want to die right now. What do I do? Living can not be the best revenge, but losing someone and never having them back just might be.
February 2, 2012
Nicer pairs of shoes exist in this world. Why must you not only embarrass me with your stupidity and uneducated responses to every question thrown at you, but now also make yourself look 25% more trashier than you were when I first met you. Are you thriving to lose at life?
February 2, 2012
“1 pm doesn’t work for me”.
Okay that’s fucking cool that you talk to each other every day at 1 pm, but thats the dumbest fucking thing ever. It’s in the middle of the damn day, so you can’t ever leave the goddamn house. You need to DROP ME OFF FOR CHEERLEADING PRACTICE EARLY in order to be home to talk to each other. So how about you both fuck off because telling me you can’t drive me anywhere between 12-2 is fucking nuts. You see each other every fucking day, and this bitch isn’t anything you’d want to call EVERY DAY at 1 in the afternoon. This is the shittiest relationship & I hope it dies through a 1 pm phone call.
January 30, 2012
“You know what? I had a wonderful time sitting beside you that night. You’re a great and funny girl and I love talking to you, who cares what anybody thinks”.
YOU MY FRIEND ARE A DOLL AND I LOVE YOU THANK YOU <3
January 30, 2012
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