Sometimes,I just wish I would win in some kick-ass lucky draw and get like tons of thousand.But I know it will never happen and I just have to find my own way to get out from this home.I mean,is even a HOME?I can't wait for 2008 to end.Its really fucked up.
Okay,you may be wondering why I'm so worked up and I'm going to spill it here.
I just had a deathmatch war with my mum.No,no physical only verbal.
My mum found some pictures of me looking wasted and with drinks and smokes and she thought I was at some kind of club.Fuck no.I was at Summer Breeze.Damn..I haven't been there for months.
So that picture was taken on Christmas eve and it was a holiday so I decided to use it well.By well I mean...umm.Yeah.Okay.
So questions arose and my foul mouth start to react and bam! it happen.I'm lucky i didn't get a slap because I don't deserve it and she knows why because its not my fault.
Its not even my fault that my sister doesn't want to come home.Who wants to?Even I don't.
So I guess,I won't be talking to my mum until she talks to me.Because as of now,I don't care anymore.I will do what I want and when I want.I'm not 14 anymore.I'm that kid who cries everytime my dad and my mum fight.I just want to get away from all this and hope for a miracle.Which miraculously won't happen.
This post is really not necessary but I didn't had anyone to tell so I resort to this.
Goodbye
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