|Current mood:|| bitchy|
Just watch, I'll regret this later
God I hate my brother sometimes. I just get online and he says, "I get it at 4." Screw you! Why do I always have to listen to him? Dammit. I hate him right now. I always have to listen to him because I'm a pushover and because he's always better at arguing than me. Dammit. It's not fair. And I sound like such a lil brat right now. I hate that, too. I'm steaming so much right now..and all because of something so stupid. There's a war going on still and I'm over here whining to a stupid online diary about how I can't get my way. I should be used to not getting my way. I don't raise hell when things don't go as planned and I'm thankful for that. But still, I hate myself when I get mad. I feel like such a bitch afterward. DAMMIT. Mom and Dad want me to go places with them and they just can't accept that I don't want to be a part of their little tours of New York. FUCK NEW YORK. It's not home, no matter how much they try to show me it is. I hate it here. I hope school makes it better. They don't even know I hate it. They just think I miss my friends. They're right on that.
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