Trolololol

Fuck this.

I leave the house to get away from my nagging and irritating parents.

Only to be come back and instantly in anger.



Of course for a reason. I just don't like to say it.

It's doing my fucking head in.



Sometimes i just HATE living here.
Then i think about when i moved away, a lot of the time i also hated living there. Days without seeing or speaking to anyone, but then i'd feel good when i knew it was better for me to be there and out the way than to be at home.

I can't trust her anymore. Lying to me, making excuses.
JUST STOP.


It makes me wish i didn't live here, i want to go away and when i do you're just the same or worse when i come back.


I never used to feel anger like this.
I never used to throw things to try and calm down.

I just made the BEST sandwich.

3 slices of bread.
Butter.
Mayo.
Oregano.
Ham.
Chicken.
Cheese.
Cucumber.
Lettuce.


OMNOMNOM ARGHHGHOEWFHSOZX FUCK =D

I hate being alone.

=[
This sucks.

And there's no end to being alone.

Gutteeeeeeed

Couldn't really lay on my left side last night trying to sleep cause of that stupid jag.
And it's hurting like a bitch today =<
FUCKOFF.

asdfghjkl;

=D
OHHAAA

What now?

You say shark, i say heyyy man
Jaws was never my scene and i don't like star wars.

Amen to that.
HATE THEM BOTH.

And i do want ride my bicylceeee i want to ride it when i like ;]

But i don't because 1 break is broken.
And a gear is ... damn no funny word matches.
Ok a gear is FUCKED.