Why is that,

when I'm in a bitchy mood,
it's my fault,

but my mom's in a bitchy mood,
and its everyone else's fault????

Everyone has to walk on fucking eggshells,
so as not to upset her majesty.

And why is it my mom must invent things to yell at me about?

God!
I cannot wait until I am 18,
and out of this hell disguised as a house.

Who decided that the week should include Thursdays, anyway?



I hate them.


I hate Thursday so much I just want to punch it in the face
and then kick it while its down.

That would make me feel better.