|Current mood:|| pissed off|
|Current music:||dropkick murphys: spicy mchaggis jig|
you need to die
ray brought marcus home today.
i hate ray. i hope he dies. he is the one person in the world i think desersves it.
"don't touch my hair, don't touch my face, don't touch me, don't look at me, don't talk to me. leave. if you leave, chloe will stop barking. don't tell me she likes you, if she likes you she wouldn't bark. i hate you. you're not my father, you will never be my father. i don't care what opinion you have of me. it doesn't matter. i don't care what you think of my hair, it's not going to change. you need to leave. goodbye."
that is what i told him when he started bitching to me.
i hate that man.
i don't know what else to put in here at the moment.
i'm too fucking frustrated.
i hope he wrecks.
love me. love you.
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