May 22, 2005
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Moving. I guess I was really loud coming home last night…that I don’t remember. I thought I was quiet….but whatever. Fucking a I hate buying groceries…so fucking expensive
And I hate moving…thank god it’s only 3 miles away from the new place. I hate AOL.
I’m sorry, I guess I’m not in a very good mood…
I’m sorry, Lost_Muse, I’ll read your story when I’m in a better mood….
*EDIT*
It seems like every day my dad is on my back about something. He’s never happy with me and he always finds something to be unhappy with me about. I always disappoint him in some way. Everything I do wrong he treats me like a moron, like I should know. I’m only 19 and he thinks I should know everything about the world. He never steps off and lets me learn, he always thinks I should just know. If I’ve never had that experience before, how am I supposed to know? And it’s about everything I do, every question I ask. He makes me feel so stupid all the time. I’m so sick of him and I hate living with him. I spend all my time in my room now. I can’t stand being around him.
My mother called me last night. She sounded drunk when she left the message. I called her back today. She was talking about BBQ at my aunt’s house for Memorial Day. Then all she did was complain. She also said that she’s dying. I don’t believe her.
*EDIT 2*
I spent forever making this layout, I don’t know why.
