shes a brick and im drowning slowly My mother needs to get her god damn hormones straightened out. It's ridiculous--she first ALLOWS me to miss SAT class (she didn't say one god damn word about it when she was home at 5fucking45 *the class starts at 5:30) but yet, she bitches to me at 9fucking45 at night. THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO, BITCH! I'm sorry that I didn't want to be running from the bathroom to the classroom, hoping I'll vomit. Bloody fucking hell. I miss you terribly, Zachary. Come back soon. Ugly, feel better. I'm here should anything happen. Everyone else, I hope you choke on a meatball and die in a vat of spaghetti sauce. |