i could really go for some quiet right now. why is it that being home is one of the most stressful places i could be? if i had somewhere else i could go, id be there in a heart beat. but no, sick and stuck at home. lucky me everyone’s home too! bitching and yelling started at 730 am and hasnt stopped since. hella hungry but i dont dare leave my room either. since when did wanting to eat become something to get yelled at for? and when did being in bed all day because every move i make makes me want to yak become a crime? beats me. my bad ya angry shit. oh and school, not any better. nothings changed. i would be the one that gives all of us a bad name too. upset? yes. in a bad mood? yes. need to talk? yes. am i going to? absolutely not.
i hate it when your trying to sleep to get away from everything, but your thoughts get the best of you and your up all night. one thing leads to another, and your thinking about things that you really shouldnt. its all bad. but atleast sometimes i realize things i didnt before thanks to my moto: if you dont think about it, it doesnt exist. fuck man.. im regressing. back to old habits. back to the old ways of dealing with things.
If you're too busy to call me, I'll understand. If you dont have time to check on me, I'll understand. If you always cancel our date, i'll understand. If you keep throwing tantrums, I'll understand. If you keep ignoring me, I'll understand. But if I stop loving you, it's your turn to understand.
This goes out to all the home wrecking bitches who don’t quite understand what a home wrecker is. I mean.. it’s not that hard to understand, haha I know, but as we’ve all experienced, we all come across (or WILL come across) a retarded fucking sloppy ass hoe who just doesn’t get it. Well lets make…