i am over you. but why do you keep on coming back to me. do you not realize what you do makes no one like you? all you have is your ugly ass boyfriend of "ten" months. you just use him because he's moved out and you can escape there. i dont even see how your life is that bad. yeah, the parents are a bit bitchy, but you have everything.
holy balls. 6 freaking days till bittersweet seventeen as i am calling it. not doing anything because i have no friends and no money. oh well, i will make it awesome. or maybe i can do something later on.
oh fuck me. manwhore is back. and i don't want anything to do with him. thank god im probably going to see my gma tomorrow. bill probably didnt get me anything for my birthday either. and i dont really care. i wish my mother never got a prenup. could of divorced the bitch and taken all his money... even though he'd probably take all my mothers because he's a manipulative/persuasive bitch like that.
now that this house situation is over... i wish you would just divorce her already. can't you see all she has done is drive us apart? we used to do all these things but now, its just like we are more apart. i miss how everything was before all of this shit happened. the floats, milkshakes, the late night movies, the hide-a-bed.
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