ARGH!!!!
******** you you ******** ******** I hope worms eat out your skull and water fills your grave so you decay in the filth you are!!
********! I hate my ******** parents.
So we have a deal, if I pay my mom she'll do the whole house...I didn't think doing chores meant her going through my personal things and throwing stuff out that mean a LOT to me.
My mom told me that she was going to go through my drawers and throw out all my papers....fyi...those papers...are my drawings. My drawings are nearly my entire life. I don't share thing with many people ESPECIALLY my family. None of them understand me so I put everything I'm feeling down in a story or in a drawing and they mean my whole life. My mom wants to throw them all out like it's nothing but junk...and I'm on the brink of telling her to ******** go kill herself and stay the ******** out of my room. For ******** ARGH!!!
You DON'T go into someone personal things! ********! I can't even keep a ******** diary anymore without her taking a peeking inside! I swear one of these I'm just going to get into a ******** HUGE fist fight with her because she can't keep her nose out of my business.
How about this mom? You wanna be in my life...THEN TRY TO ******** SEE IT FROM MY EYES!
She thinks just because she watches Dr.Phil and Oprah she a health nut and psychologist...you know what, no just ******** no. Dr. Phil point out the obvious and Oprah is fat phony! I can deal with my own ******** problems I've done it for 18 years already!
What kind of a mother tell you you're fat when your little, who tells you you're disgusting, what kind of father never says I love you and always takes the side against without listening to you.
My paretns never listen to what I have to see. Just because it's their house they decide they can go through the personal items I've bought, drawn or written. Everytime my mom wants to know what's going on in my life she goes through my stuff.
It's not like it's thrown around everywhere. On drawer is filled with binders of drawgins, one filled with books, one filled with treasure items and another filled with thing like jeweelery boxes, change containers, DVD and nightlights for when I move out. Then I have a clear thing filled with all my drawings and information about my game.
So suddenly because I used your paper and your pencils and I live in your house I can't work on my dream?
My mother...she's always trying to decide my future --be a doctor, be a nurse, be a psychologist be all these things I CAN'T BE!!
I wanna be a game designer but they don't believe I can do it. No one does...and all I need is someon to believe in me. I've been working really hard. I'm taking extra classes. I'm managing a job from hell making payments...and to top it off I think I might be pregnant.
So many times thing have been going through my head...like...just leaving and telling no one. Just completely disappearing. Packing everything away in to boxes and filling my car up and then leaving. Living on my own without my ******** them.
******** you you ******** ******** I hope worms eat out your skull and water fills your grave so you decay in the filth you are!!
********! I hate my ******** parents.
So we have a deal, if I pay my mom she'll do the whole house...I didn't think doing chores meant her going through my personal things and throwing stuff out that mean a LOT to me.
My mom told me that she was going to go through my drawers and throw out all my papers....fyi...those papers...are my drawings. My drawings are nearly my entire life. I don't share thing with many people ESPECIALLY my family. None of them understand me so I put everything I'm feeling down in a story or in a drawing and they mean my whole life. My mom wants to throw them all out like it's nothing but junk...and I'm on the brink of telling her to ******** go kill herself and stay the ******** out of my room. For ******** ARGH!!!
You DON'T go into someone personal things! ********! I can't even keep a ******** diary anymore without her taking a peeking inside! I swear one of these I'm just going to get into a ******** HUGE fist fight with her because she can't keep her nose out of my business.
How about this mom? You wanna be in my life...THEN TRY TO ******** SEE IT FROM MY EYES!
She thinks just because she watches Dr.Phil and Oprah she a health nut and psychologist...you know what, no just ******** no. Dr. Phil point out the obvious and Oprah is fat phony! I can deal with my own ******** problems I've done it for 18 years already!
What kind of a mother tell you you're fat when your little, who tells you you're disgusting, what kind of father never says I love you and always takes the side against without listening to you.
My paretns never listen to what I have to see. Just because it's their house they decide they can go through the personal items I've bought, drawn or written. Everytime my mom wants to know what's going on in my life she goes through my stuff.
It's not like it's thrown around everywhere. On drawer is filled with binders of drawgins, one filled with books, one filled with treasure items and another filled with thing like jeweelery boxes, change containers, DVD and nightlights for when I move out. Then I have a clear thing filled with all my drawings and information about my game.
So suddenly because I used your paper and your pencils and I live in your house I can't work on my dream?
My mother...she's always trying to decide my future --be a doctor, be a nurse, be a psychologist be all these things I CAN'T BE!!
I wanna be a game designer but they don't believe I can do it. No one does...and all I need is someon to believe in me. I've been working really hard. I'm taking extra classes. I'm managing a job from hell making payments...and to top it off I think I might be pregnant.
So many times thing have been going through my head...like...just leaving and telling no one. Just completely disappearing. Packing everything away in to boxes and filling my car up and then leaving. Living on my own without my ******** them.
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