FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
Errrgh. Im sooo asdfkj;kaj;dkj;kj; right naooo. JESUSSS CHRISTTT.
AHHH. Fuckkking-a. -rubs face- I’m so DISSATISFIED right now. God damnit, fucking bitch-ass motherfucking bitch hell ass cunt dick ASDFJK;AJKF;KJA;FJK;. I don’t even know why the hell I’m dissatisfied. I JUST AM. I’m just venting. OR AM I? FUCK. I DON’T EVEN KNOWWW. I WANNA HIT SOMETHING BUT IF I PUNCH ANOTHER HOLE IN MY WALL MY MOMS GONNA GET PISSED AND MAKE ME PAY TO FIX IT AGAIN AND I CANT AFFORD THAT SHIT. Frustrationnnnnnn. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKKLF;AFJK’;AKDS;KHF;JK;
Ugh. Rageeee. I’m been to every cheap fabric store I can think of, and I STILL can’t find the right fucking blue fabric for Taylor’s Alice dress. And this should bother me as much it is right now. I mean it’s REALLY FUCKING BOTHERING ME.
And ohhh, I love my friends. Well, I love my friends who are my friends. I love them to pieces, I really do, I promise, I swear, I do I do. And I know that everyone has problems. Some people have bigger problems than others. And while I appreciate the fact that I can be your confident, I don’t have all the answers. I’m trying to live the best I can, just like you. I not that smart, I’m barely fucking getting by. I’m a drain on society. I don’t know what I want to do with myself. And just because I don’t (usually) publically complain about my life doesn’t mean that I don’t have things to complain about. Mom’s kicking dad out of the house the first weekend of february. Does she not realize that that’s the same weekend as my birthday? DID SHE FORGET IM TURNING FUCKING NINETEEN THAT WEEKEND?
And TCC. I really, really don’t get TCC. Like, am I getting financial aid or not? Fuckk. I’d like to know before I have to go to class in TWO FUCKING DAYS. DON’T TRY AND PULL THAT SHIT ON MEE. I will never be in the mood for itttt. I know I bombed my first semester. Nuked is more like it, really. Fried, obliterated. Killed my GPA forever. Yea. I get it. I’m on fucking suspension. id still like to know whether or not I’m going to fucking get my aid money of not. Just leaving me in the dark won’t help me get better grades, newsflash. Planning fail on your part, dumbass. ARRRRUGGGGHHHH.
My throat’s raw and my eyes are itchy and I don’t have fucking allergies. My rooms a warzone and I don’t have the energy to clean it. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m thinking maybe I should go to the doctor but my mom wont fucking take me. It’s her fucking weekend off and all she wants to do is sit in front of her computer and play word games or exercise on her fucking Wii fit. Fuck.
The fact that I’m stuck on both crisis core and 358/2 doesn’t help my mood. I’ve been stuck on the same place in crisis core for almost a month. A MONTH. FUCKING CHRIST. Fuck you, Wutai. You guys are the ninja, not me-I don’t understand why I can’t just jump in the base and kill everyone. Shit would get done then. Id enjoy the game much, much more. Ugh. And I’m stuck on another fucking boss in KH. That bastard in Halloween town 5 days before the game ends. If I was patient, I could finish him off in 20 minutes or so. But then again, if I was patient, I could probably ninja my way through crisis core. AND DONT GET ME FUCKING STARTED ON NO MORE HEROES. SHITTTTT.
FUCKK. I’m done. Next post will by the first chapter in Garden of Madness.