| Current mood: |  enraged |
| Current music: | Suicidal Tendencies "No Name, No Words" |
GREAT! FUCKIN' GREAT!
I hate this shit. Every other fucking year I have to change damn schools. I've been to nine schools, not including preschool, in my life. Never get the chance to adjust or make friends or do anything. WTF? Just when I thought "That's it, I'm staying here," We fucking move to Hollywood. Why? why couldn't we stay in Hialeah, Miami, even fucking nigger town. No, all the way to fucking Hollywood, to be with the damn white, nigger wannabes. We moved last year and my mom was taking me to school. She tells me now that she isn't taking me anymore. I have to get my liscence but she won't take me to get it. Fucking lazy bitch. All she cares about is that damn husband. She told me "As long as your grades are good you can stay in Hialeah High." What happened to that? Stupid bitch. Sucking ass all the time. I wish I could live with my dad but my stepmom won't allow it. She's another bitch. I hate them all. I can't wait to be on my own. To all of my Hialeah friends and buddies "Have A Great Life!" I sincerely mean that. Most of you, I'll never see again. Vero, I'll see more of you. Lucy, ditto. Maria, I'll miss you and you should update more for my sake. Milly, ditto. Naty, I still want my pants, love ya. And to everybody else who doesn't have a journal, good luck. To the bitches and assholes I hate, DIE! and think of me. Just in case anybody is wondering or cares, I'm going to McArthur High School. NOOooooo!!! Till next time.
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