Feel good

Windmill Windmill father fly I'm forever happy now . . .

I'm so pissed right now I had Matt's knife in my sky-rocket so Aaron wouldn't forget to give it him when he came back to get it today. Forget about it while playing catch and watching forgot club so when my mum came to give me a ride home cause I had no key it was still in my fuckin' pocket. Trust me to not remember it till my jeans are in the wash and it's in my mother's hand which in turn means my dad has it and he thinks I'm gunna run someone through with a pocket knife. What a tool, he goes halfway to interrogate me in my room and asks the same questions over and over again meanwhile I'm getting ticked off and he tells me not to give him attitude. How the hell am I supposed to react. My father doesn't trust me with 3 inches of folded steel and he keeps on asking me the same questions hoping I'll change my story to his satisfaction. My story wasn't all truth. I didn't tell him I was holding it till Matt got there and even if I had've told him he would've thought it Bull anyways so what was the point. So Aaron is gunna get in shit for my bad memory Mat doesn't have his knife back and my dad thinks I'm a fucking liar. I know how to make C4 in my kitchen and he's worried about a knife. He should keep a closer eye on the damn spice cupboard if he wants to keep other someone safe from me. He took my lockback too and I can't find it. Point and case is he doesn't trust me and I'm ticked all to shit

Have a nice night.

Rip out your eyes

Pardon me while I gag myself. I feel like I'm missing something that everyone else has or is presently losing . . . I wonder what it could be. I'll have some bacon with my French exchange student. She's so pretty. I'll marry her one day. Only one problem: she lives in France. Bloody country on the other side of the flippin' world. Long distance relationships never work out for me and it doesn't get much farther than that. Phone bill will be sky high but the upside is I better pick up French in like 3 days or this won't work out for me. French is ok I could live with another language. Actually, come to think of it, I could live with a person that speaks another language. I'm so scatterminded. Is it even a word? Anyways I'm missing my little sleep in between school and all it's things that are tacked onto it. Silly thing it is.

Help is close to home.

Shicah, swing on a tree and fall and break your neck. Wonderful first days full of shit and corruption and advertisement and all the things you almost get away from if you live alone.

First day of school is all over and the days of me remembering of how much I dislike all of it have just begun. I started the day on my right foot and gradually moved on to my left and soforth and so on. I called it walking. . .

so, I started walking out my door into the wide world when I ran into a bloody school and the the mind sapping people in it. Bunch of horney jerks really. I'm almost as bad but some are out of the ball park. Terrible people. Who needs em?

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