Spaghetti-Day!

Spaghetti-Day!

Sunday, January 13


Hate..
Well I pretty much hate them. My parents treat me like I am a fucking infection. Pretty much they wont eat or drink after me. I don't know why they don't cause my mom says i'm gross so yeah.
Also when they start to speak about me they do not use my name, they only say "her" or "she". That's at the start of a conversation.
So it's like if I hadn't talked about you all day, then I saw someone and was like tell her she's ugly. That's pretty much what it's like.
Let's see what else.. Um I pretty much clean my house everyday, and if you are one of my good friends you know that to be a fact. All they want is more more more and like o weekends when I just chill out and relax they freakout and tell me to do shit cause my mom had to do it. OMFG DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?! My mom and sparky have no fucking lives whatsoever. All they do is go to work, come home, watch tv, eat, and go to bed. EVERY FUCKING DAY! And it's bullshit cause if I don't do one fucking thing I get bitched at.
And the whole hanging out with people situation: I can't hangout with girls becuase my mom is scared I will get in fights, I'm not allowed to hangout with guys with girlfriends cause i might get in fights. I can't really hangout with guys anyways cause my mom thinks i'm a whore and going to get prego. I can't go to people's houses, becuase I'm unsupervised, and I can't go to the mall anymore cause of the fights.
Oh and money. I never ask my parents for money or anything, and when I do the answer is always no. Whenever it's about me and money is involved is fucking WWIII up in here. They hate me I'm telling you.

I don't know how much longer I can deal with this.
I want them to die, and I want myself to die.
I hate them.
I hate them.

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