I am incredibly bored of my own company. I practically had to beg for people to come out last night, and even then only a girl who is dying for me to get into her pants would come out after work and then I ended up going around my mates house. My parents are silently waring, which isn't really silent, I don't know what it is, maybe they need to have a good shag and fight it all out or maybe its because we were a whole eight grand short of paying the morgage. How do I know this, well its pretty easy when you find bills on the side.
So there going at each others like dogs in a ring, and around half four when me and my dad got in from my nans mum started on me, started digging and having pops at me for no reason. Yes. I'm aware I'm far from the perfect daughter, I get it. But why don't you just leave me the fuck alone.
My parents must be so fucking proud of me really. The failure at life. 'How not to do it' written by me, dedicated to everyone I've ever smashed to bits. Including myself.
I need to go out. I need to get drunk and fall down and get run over by a train. I hate the world today. I really hate it. And I hate myself more. Everything I touch clearly turns into shit and I just want to burn everything.
I just feel.... so... angry... at everything. I want to punch things and make them break and shatter and die. I'm meant to be doing well. I'm not meant to be this fucking volitile.
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