I have to say, I do like this blog but I always forget I have it! I can say anything about anyone I want because no one actually reads this! But I've said this all before.
Lets start off by bitching about my mom. I love her and all but damn she's too fucking pushy. Now she's fighting for custody over me (or is about too). Am I not allowed to live in happiness which is where I'm at now? She's so damn selfish. Leave me alone! Stupid woman!
Then there's my dad who went all emo on me. Oh boo hoo, Chicca's not going to church anymore. She's going to go to hell and blah, blah, blah. OH WOA IS ME! The only way I'll be unhappy is if I go back into the wretched house. The rules, god the rules. So many of the damn things. Basically the rules are set up so I can't have any fun and so that I'm depressed ALL the time. AND THEN they call it a trial something that's good for me. Oh yes it's so healthy for me to have the stress of a person twice my age.
And the damn people in the church. Oh we love you, Chicca, you're so important to us but we're still going to look down on you and talk behind your back. They're the biggest hypocrites I've ever seen. Love thy neighbor. Well we're not seeing much of that, are we? I see alot of belittling and fake smiles, not much love tho. Don't preach your damed sermon to me, live it yourselves bitches!
I'm not going to become a perfect little house wife. I'm going to become independant and never have to speak to my god damn family again, well except for auntie. She's the only one who gives a damn about me and actually knows what's good for me not her. She doesn't see me as a doll to but on display or a slave to "help" out around the house. She sees me as a girl that needs guidance so she can eventually go out on her own.
And you know what dad? You're more immature than me which is saying alot. Just look at this post! At least I know when to break things off, when to make my move. I try not to let the past stop me from the future. I don't mope over other people's wives. I don't dwell on what could have been. If I do I slap myself and get back to work on what I want to happen. I try and look at other's people feelings which is why I have this blog so they don't have to read the hateful things written here. I don't hold people back. I don't screw with them.
wow that let off alot of steam.
In other news, my friend's got a date 2night. I'm very happy for her and hope it works out. She's such a sweetheart and deserves a good man who can hold an intelligent conversation. Besides I think she needs some action, I know I do. hehe give me some of that top finess any day.
Tennis season is finally here! I'm a bit rusty but I hope I'll get into it soon. I haven't really been able to practice lately because of the fricken rain but it's supposed to be sunny this weekend. I asked my friend to play with me tomorrow (i'm supposed to go to my dads house this weekend but whatever, i'm not going anywhere if he doesn't call). My swings aren't bad when I actually hit the ball. I just have this inexplicible inability to throw the ball straight up when I serve.
God still 20 minutes until I can get out of this hellhole.
Lets start off by bitching about my mom. I love her and all but damn she's too fucking pushy. Now she's fighting for custody over me (or is about too). Am I not allowed to live in happiness which is where I'm at now? She's so damn selfish. Leave me alone! Stupid woman!
Then there's my dad who went all emo on me. Oh boo hoo, Chicca's not going to church anymore. She's going to go to hell and blah, blah, blah. OH WOA IS ME! The only way I'll be unhappy is if I go back into the wretched house. The rules, god the rules. So many of the damn things. Basically the rules are set up so I can't have any fun and so that I'm depressed ALL the time. AND THEN they call it a trial something that's good for me. Oh yes it's so healthy for me to have the stress of a person twice my age.
And the damn people in the church. Oh we love you, Chicca, you're so important to us but we're still going to look down on you and talk behind your back. They're the biggest hypocrites I've ever seen. Love thy neighbor. Well we're not seeing much of that, are we? I see alot of belittling and fake smiles, not much love tho. Don't preach your damed sermon to me, live it yourselves bitches!
I'm not going to become a perfect little house wife. I'm going to become independant and never have to speak to my god damn family again, well except for auntie. She's the only one who gives a damn about me and actually knows what's good for me not her. She doesn't see me as a doll to but on display or a slave to "help" out around the house. She sees me as a girl that needs guidance so she can eventually go out on her own.
And you know what dad? You're more immature than me which is saying alot. Just look at this post! At least I know when to break things off, when to make my move. I try not to let the past stop me from the future. I don't mope over other people's wives. I don't dwell on what could have been. If I do I slap myself and get back to work on what I want to happen. I try and look at other's people feelings which is why I have this blog so they don't have to read the hateful things written here. I don't hold people back. I don't screw with them.
wow that let off alot of steam.
In other news, my friend's got a date 2night. I'm very happy for her and hope it works out. She's such a sweetheart and deserves a good man who can hold an intelligent conversation. Besides I think she needs some action, I know I do. hehe give me some of that top finess any day.
Tennis season is finally here! I'm a bit rusty but I hope I'll get into it soon. I haven't really been able to practice lately because of the fricken rain but it's supposed to be sunny this weekend. I asked my friend to play with me tomorrow (i'm supposed to go to my dads house this weekend but whatever, i'm not going anywhere if he doesn't call). My swings aren't bad when I actually hit the ball. I just have this inexplicible inability to throw the ball straight up when I serve.
God still 20 minutes until I can get out of this hellhole.
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