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.