|Current mood:|| pissed off|
Im talking to my baby right now, but she seems to be mad at me for some reason Im not sure of. Women always keep secrets. Im trying really hard not to displease her and it seems like Im not doing a very good job of it. I can never do anything right. My mom is talking about getting me out of this house because she says Im too old to be living here, and I dont have the money to just go live somewhere else, unless shes paying the fuckin rent. But you see, its my fault right? Looks like Im back in the Dog House, where I started out. Everyone fucks with me, everyone gets mad at me, because Im an easy target. Well fuck you all! Amanda doesnt even believe me that I stopped smoking weed. I stopped it right away because she told me I needed to quit, and I did. Cant anyone be proud of me? Course not. Fuck it all.