But isn't hate just scorned love?
haha.. well, not if you saw my parents. those people hate me like there's no tommorow. they compare me, they stall me, and they blamme me for like.. EVERYTHING. sometimes i just wanna go up to them and say IF YOU KEEP ON BLAMING ME FOR THINGS, WHY'D YOU EVEN HAVE A DAMN KID? i. if they think I'M making their life miserable, YOU SHOULD SEE HOW THEY MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE.
in the morning, it;'s the same. "MARIE WAAAAKE UP! GET OUT OF BED!"
and i say "ok, ok, im coming." and then they say "WHY DID YOU JUST SHOUT AT ME?" which actually causes me to shout.. >.<
and now, my mom thinks that im the most disorganized piece of crap int he world, so she's making me make a SCHEDULE for evertything i do. at least I get to make it. she isnt giving me back my laptop (lethario).. bitch. thanks for making my life suck even more. not only cause i hav e to live in the same house as you, but also becauswei have no other source of FREE communication now. thanks. i hope you like having me be socially deprived. bye.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
What a Waste.
I imagined it, todays blog. Filled with spontaneous fun and excitement.
I woke up at 12 today (after my mom bugging me, ew) and did pretty much nothing but slug around, which was perfectly fine with me. I started learning When You Were Young and then my mom calls and says the cousins from sacramento are coming over. So woo, we have a great time with my uncle and he takes us to all these cool places like guitar center, a buddhist temple, my cousin sharons house because it was her birthday and we gave her a happy meal, yada yada, with lots of jokes thrown in. But then i go home, and my parents SUCK. They yell at me like they always do. MY whole family's against me, and my parents like my sister more. And it really doesnt help that she always says something on their side. And what i really hate is my dad STARES at me. and its like, wtf did i even do wrong? And then my parents always say that im YELLING. Sometimes its because they cant friggin hear me, and sometimes im not even yelling! And my mom has the NERVE to say "parents can yell at their children as much as they want, and children have to be sweet sounding". SWEET SOUNDING? Do you know how hard it is to sound sweet when you're absolutely pissed off and smad, because every time they talk to you, its the LAST STRAW? Earlier I was walking through the room and
Dad: Wheres the calculator?
Me: I dont know.
DAd: WHY ARE YOU YELLING? YOU'RE TALKING LIKE YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ME.
And I wasnt even yelling! What did i do wrong? I didnt know where it was, whats the problem?
And I continue to explain that to him, but he cuts me off and says DONT YELL AT ME. and then cuts me off again and says SPEAK IN VIETNAMESE. When i dont even KNOW enough viet to say things like that. And all the while, he;s doing that STARE. THe last time I said why are you staring at me, he just yelled WHAT? I CANT LOOK AT YOU? WHAT?
And this just sucks ass, cuz he said i talked to him like i dont want to talk to him, AND DUH. WHY THE F*** WOULD I WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE WHO YELLS AT ME ALL THE TIME? THERE IS NO F***ING WAY, THAT I CAN TALK SWEETLY TO SOMEONE WHO IRKS ME, THAT. MUCH.
And my whole family, they just say... Jeez, why are you so loud? Calm down, jeez. I HATE THIS.
Oh wow, my dad just came in and smiled. THen I looked away and he goes "see? isnt this better? if i smile then you smile and its all great. who needs to say what what what. " FUCK YOU.
I woke up at 12 today (after my mom bugging me, ew) and did pretty much nothing but slug around, which was perfectly fine with me. I started learning When You Were Young and then my mom calls and says the cousins from sacramento are coming over. So woo, we have a great time with my uncle and he takes us to all these cool places like guitar center, a buddhist temple, my cousin sharons house because it was her birthday and we gave her a happy meal, yada yada, with lots of jokes thrown in. But then i go home, and my parents SUCK. They yell at me like they always do. MY whole family's against me, and my parents like my sister more. And it really doesnt help that she always says something on their side. And what i really hate is my dad STARES at me. and its like, wtf did i even do wrong? And then my parents always say that im YELLING. Sometimes its because they cant friggin hear me, and sometimes im not even yelling! And my mom has the NERVE to say "parents can yell at their children as much as they want, and children have to be sweet sounding". SWEET SOUNDING? Do you know how hard it is to sound sweet when you're absolutely pissed off and smad, because every time they talk to you, its the LAST STRAW? Earlier I was walking through the room and
Dad: Wheres the calculator?
Me: I dont know.
DAd: WHY ARE YOU YELLING? YOU'RE TALKING LIKE YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ME.
And I wasnt even yelling! What did i do wrong? I didnt know where it was, whats the problem?
And I continue to explain that to him, but he cuts me off and says DONT YELL AT ME. and then cuts me off again and says SPEAK IN VIETNAMESE. When i dont even KNOW enough viet to say things like that. And all the while, he;s doing that STARE. THe last time I said why are you staring at me, he just yelled WHAT? I CANT LOOK AT YOU? WHAT?
And this just sucks ass, cuz he said i talked to him like i dont want to talk to him, AND DUH. WHY THE F*** WOULD I WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE WHO YELLS AT ME ALL THE TIME? THERE IS NO F***ING WAY, THAT I CAN TALK SWEETLY TO SOMEONE WHO IRKS ME, THAT. MUCH.
And my whole family, they just say... Jeez, why are you so loud? Calm down, jeez. I HATE THIS.
Oh wow, my dad just came in and smiled. THen I looked away and he goes "see? isnt this better? if i smile then you smile and its all great. who needs to say what what what. " FUCK YOU.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Splotches
Idk, i just like that word. There are splotches of SHIT in my life.
So much for spring break. I dont even know anymore.
I have issues, definitely. The worse part is, im complaining about nothing- so shoot me, I'm whiny.
Wtf do you care? you don't have to read this.
OH GREAT SHIZ. my mom just called me to yell at me and tell me to wipe WINDOWS.
FRIGGIN WINDOWS. BECAUSE THE WORLD SHALL PERISH, IF OUR BEIGE HOUSE'S FUCKING WINDOWS ARE NOT FREE OF A SPECK OF DUST, THAT WILL MOST LIKELY RETURN TWO SECONDS AFTER WE WIPE IT.
You know, no one really has any right to tell someone to shut up if they're whining, because you're just whining. I can do what I want with my life, don't tell me what to do. Anyway what do you care if there's a person in the world that wants to rant? Is there fucking problem? Why don't you report it to the police "hey, there's a whiny bitch on the internet, tell her to shut the freak up"
I'm just wasting my time. I should finsish Step Brothers.
And you know what, if he wants to do what he does, and say what he does, then great for him. Maybe I am living in my fantasy world, where no one is what I imagine them to be. I'm loving a dream.
So much for spring break. I dont even know anymore.
I have issues, definitely. The worse part is, im complaining about nothing- so shoot me, I'm whiny.
Wtf do you care? you don't have to read this.
OH GREAT SHIZ. my mom just called me to yell at me and tell me to wipe WINDOWS.
FRIGGIN WINDOWS. BECAUSE THE WORLD SHALL PERISH, IF OUR BEIGE HOUSE'S FUCKING WINDOWS ARE NOT FREE OF A SPECK OF DUST, THAT WILL MOST LIKELY RETURN TWO SECONDS AFTER WE WIPE IT.
You know, no one really has any right to tell someone to shut up if they're whining, because you're just whining. I can do what I want with my life, don't tell me what to do. Anyway what do you care if there's a person in the world that wants to rant? Is there fucking problem? Why don't you report it to the police "hey, there's a whiny bitch on the internet, tell her to shut the freak up"
I'm just wasting my time. I should finsish Step Brothers.
And you know what, if he wants to do what he does, and say what he does, then great for him. Maybe I am living in my fantasy world, where no one is what I imagine them to be. I'm loving a dream.
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