ok so imm rly pent up about this right now. could be this shit im listening to.
ah fuck this, i caved again. tastes quite nice
ok so where was i
Kathy right. I was on the ph-
urgh just pored that into a glass of milk. fuck it im going to drink it anyway
anyway the phone right. i was talking to my no good father, and hes all like so what are you doing in life atm, and i was like woa slow down, world, hes actually asking me whats going on in my life!??? and then it was all . . pause . ."so the invitations are coming out soon"
and for a minute im like -invitations for what- and then i realized he meant the invitations for his bastoidal wedding to his 18 year old phillipino fucking fuck faced whore son trophy bride. And im like . . thats nice . .
but anyway thts not wot i came to rant about, i came to say about my damn mother and how she reckons im such a bad person, when i dont hurt anyone! one day shes all like your my friend and thats creepy enough. and then in the next breath (which is 70% of the time) shes all 'cant wait for you to piss off to uni, you'll be better off at uni, at uni you'll do this, and this will happen, and cant wait till you're gone away to uni'
and im like just chuck me out right now if u really hate me that much. And she has a go at me at every opportunity, for the tiniest things. I wonder if she's just being dramatic.
She says im the attention seeking one, but i dont dramatise my life its too much bother. She jumps at every chance to bring a little scandal into her lazy life. Like going through my bags when i get home from shopping to see if i have fags of alcohol (oh no the calamity!) Cunt.
and then theres rachel fraser the Sket. i wrote a note on facebook the other month about how we're all leaving 6th form and never going to see each other again. and we dont actually care about seeing each other or keeping contact. no one intends to. they say 'ill call you, we can hang out eee' but what they really mean is cheers for the ego boost and fuck you.
just cos i mentioned it, and its more socially acceptable to pretend you care, shes jumped down my throat telling my best friend not to see me. which is bollarks cos tasha came to meet me anyway,
which brings me onto the next topic of this rant. when i was out with tasha today we (i mean i) had a couple of drinks. again. and the convo turned round to her calling me an alky. again.
and my bro and mum did but they are old fashioned and think drinking is a once a week thing, or an only at dinnertime thing. which is totally gay and i dont listen to them anyway.
i mean its not like i go drinking before lunch. i think it was about 1pm, thats ok.
i would say something now, but my emo filters have been up since 2007 and i shant lower them now for the sake of this small rant.
i think thats about everything for now
damn this milk cup
well everything apart from my good for nothing brother. hes such a cunt. he gets so wound up over his fucking useless x box games he shouts and screams and swears in this horrible loud voice. im ashamed to admit it scares me to hear it, and i have to put my headphones in so i dont have to hear it. makes my blood run cold. my mother created that, i think.
the git that smashes holes in the house walls, doesnt flinch at hitting a girl, and has suddenlybecome such a terrible example of manhood i cant believe my mum has let it happen. she has no control. it wont be long before he lashes out at her like he did at me. but unlike dad did, she wont be able to fight him back.
i just hope im at uni by then. to get away from all these dramatic, naiive, fake, old fashioned emo twats
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