I like how my mom flips out when I say I hate everyone but who doesn't? One day they're telling you how much they care about you and the other how they come first. Unless they're completely ignoring you or wearing eyeliner or
being dicks or sitting on grass or playing the guitar or
bomberman or listening to your favorite band months after you got into them and having sex and being vegan and being
lacto-vegetarians or
not burning your fucking cds or sacrificing puppies, killing babies and pregnant women or watching movies or being tall and wearing flannel or doing things without you or doing nothing with you or more fucking or watching porn or pissing you off or not talking to you or not working or not driving or asking you for your
green card and social security number or crying on the
phone or being a sad, sad person or stabbing you in the back or recording your phone calls or humping a bible or bombing a church or wearing combat boots or getting
blowjobs or masturbating or having girlfriends or liking people or telling you you're wrong or telling you you're small or going "
awwh" or shoving
dildos up their asses or reading books or sulking or making out with everyone but you or being sweet or being
creeped out or not talking on
MySpace and knowing everyone but you or making their hair available for snatching or being out of reach or telling you it's not going to be awkward between you or playing
ddr and getting all sweaty and ditching you at the mall or making you want to hug them or hoping you'd choke on cookies or eating bananas or kissing each other with tongue piercings or wrapping it up or drawing better than you or starting wars or spreading rumors or making you want them or being seniors or saying hi to you in the hallways or making you not want to talk to them or making you feel guilty for liking someone or telling you about how they fucked and had sex and wrapped it up that one time and how they broke up and how they cut themselves or asking them "what the fuck
happened to your arm?" without knowing and you had to shoot them a look of "it's not pretty" or having scars you want to trace with your fingers or being sad or being angry or being lanky and tall and creepy and torn all apart inside and standing you up while you have a sewing kit in your hand or being beautiful or bringing cookies to school or not letting you inside them or letting you inside their pants and then letting everyone else inside their pants or being as shy as you, or being pregnant or talking too much or talking to you as if you don't know what they mean and thinking they're so mature and pissing you off and pissing you off and making you want to off yourself so many times it doesn't even spark a reaction in you anymore and making you tired of
typing shit and wanting to speak or never shutting up about what you've never had or pillaging villages and raping your women or making stimulus package jokes or playing Rock Band or performing
cunnilingus on some bitch who doesn't care about her dyslexic daughter and throwing money at her and writing
poems about her saggy tits and not being here and not getting you an iPhone and... and... being stupid, monkey people who you hate with every fiber of your being and that's why you want them to love you.
Labels: oh not again with this shit.
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.