Not to mention, one of the fuckers I live with (mate's kid just fyi) broke into my fucking care and stole something from me! AGAIN. YOU DO NOT FUCKING BREAK INTO MY CAR. YOU ESPECIALLY DO NOT BREAK INTO MY CAR WHEN IT IS NOT MINE! YOU DO NOT FUCKING TAKE MY SHIT FROM ME, P.E.R.I.O.D. And the shitty thing is, there again, it was simply taking without asking.
Another kid took a Popsicle from me, but ended up asking before he actually ate it so it was cool with me.
I mean christ! ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU ASK ME!!!!! WHY IS THIS SUCH A FUCKING HARD CONCEPT FOR PEOPLE TO GET?!
Maybe my inability to write to rid myself of this rage is part of why I started redoing my room...
Funny how fireworks are illegal in my county and yet the wal-mart nearby sells 'em. WTF. However! This didn't stop me from buying my pop-its! I love these things (and sparklers too). Cheap amusment? /surprised the cops weren't called on her.









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One Day I went up the stairs;
And I met a man who wasn't there;
He wasn't there again today;
Oh how I wish, I wish he would go away.
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Under the crimson wings of hate where the lost are safe
Until they love again
The heart of darkness is hope of finding you there
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