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Fucking yippie. It's what, two days to Christmas, and I'm fucking depressed and want to fucking well die. My parents ask me, what do I want for Christmas. Well, I told my mom today what I really honest to God want. My brother to be gone. For him not to be home to ruin my vacation, my Christmas, and my life. But noooo. He'll never fucking well be gone because he's a fucking stupid, selfish, inconsiderate, ass hole. Fuck. And instead of getting angry at anyone or anything else, I get fucking well angry at myself. And it's not fair. I said tonight maybe I'll go to Hartland for Christmas. I could stay at my Gram's, have a big honkin' Christmas dinner there with all the family, it would be nice. I could go visit some of my old friends, and maybe for once relax. I also feel like going just to piss off my parents. I know they would be upset if I wasn't there for Christmas, but hey, at least they have their wonderful son to keep them company. They can shower him with gifts, and not worry about me. Who cares that he has a court date next month! You know, if Santa had two fucking brain cells, he'd figure out that lump of coal is too good for my brother. But he's there son, and he's probably going to be living at home for the rest of my high school life, making my life a living hell for the next year and a half. But who care?! Because he certanily doesn't.
I don't fucking well care. I just don't fucking well care. The world might as well end, because for all I know, death can be no worse than life.
posted by">Hayley @
2:57 PM
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