May 23, 2011

time ain't about shit anymore (now that i am a whore)

dear screaming at me for stupid shit ain't goin on pal diary,

first of all, i never have really liked the sound of your voice, ever, in my life, so why you would insist on projecting that mother fucker to me i beyond all rational reasoning in my whore head anyway. second, last night, you lost your 'brand new' pack of cigarettes, today you realize your lighter is gone, ima go out on a flimsy limb and say in a hushed smartalec tone, "THEY MIGHT BE LOST TOGETHER DUMBASS." raise your voice again at me and it wont be pretty, i can assure you. i am the screamer in this family, not you. i hate it when you wake up this way. i do. it reminds me of why i don't like you. it reminds me again of why i've been trying to get the fuck out of here for the last 12 years- oh my bad 13 now, since 1998 when we all got the chicken pox BUT YOU. oh my GOD, i will never forget how cruel you were. i thought i had a plan six years ago, a plan for our big escape. but instead, I GOT MORE TIME ADDED ON. don't think i wont plan again. i'm not scared of time.