I hate that you think that I'm angry.
Okay, I'm angry, but not at what you think.
I'm angry that I got no rhyme or reason to your actions,
I'm angry that after all that you helped me through, you didn't notice
that what you've been becoming is exactly what you helped me deal with,
that you didn't think I would say anything because I was worried.
I'm angry that I said something and you reacted like that.
You said you would always listen, and instead I get mocked and brushed off.

I'm not angry at you. I love you.
And it kills me to see you like this.
It's unhealthy and you can do so much better for yourself.
All I ever wanted was for you to be happy and safe.
I didn't want to talk that day because I was frustrated,
and didn't want to say something I didn't mean, because you deserve better than that. I ended up saying something I regret on that day, and you know what day.
I'm sorry for that, and maybe it was uncalled for, maybe it wasn't.
Everyone is angry at you, I just hope you know I still defend you.
I will never say something bad about you to anybody, because I love you still.
I just wish that after two years you would have understood that I did what I did
because I didn't want to hurt you with things I would have said an anger.

Maybe one day I'll send you this message, to let you know.
When I get over the hurt and decide to take a stand.
Maybe.

Working at the mall has completely killed my holiday spirit,
I mean yeah, I'm excited for christmas,
but fuck can it just be over please? People sucks and are especially inconsiderate around this time of year.

Also it's weird but I find myself to be leaving my phone around without wondering where it is lately, which never would have happened a few months ago.
Probably because Im not supposed to have it out at work so I hide it when my boss comes in.
So glad to finally have a few days off, 9/10 hour days suck when they are 6 days in a row, I'm going to hate working full time after school, god damn.

I am going to go sleep the fuck out of my bed now.

This is a tale explaining the manner in which my way of life was rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees from that which it started. If I could have 60 seconds of your time, simply place your posterior in the selected location, and I will relate to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district of the City of Los Angeles, California located at coordinates 34.08333 -118.44778.

In the western region of the “City of Brotherly Love” known as Philadelphia, my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is also where I spent my childhood, in my mother’s care. The majority of my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc. I was typically at the height of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might be considered standard room temperature. Outside of my educational institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my friends, when a couple of gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause a great deal of mischief began causing a great deal of chaos and disharmony in the area in which I lived. I was involved in one rather small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my general safety and well-being, and she informed me that I would be moving in with her sister and her sister’s husband in the previously mentioned community located at the previously mentioned location.

I implored my mother to relent approximately 24-48 hours ago, yet she gathered my belongings in a somewhat flat, rectangular shaped piece of luggage and expelled me from her presence. She placed her lips upon my cheek in an affectionate manner and handed me a pre-purchased pass for public transportation. I placed the headphones for my personal music system into my ears and verbalized the idea that I may as well impact this situation with my foot. Traveling in the highest available level of comfort, this is indeed an unfortunate situation (although I make this statement with some irony). Consuming the juices obtained by the squeezing of the fruit of a Citrus sinensis from a piece of glass stemware commonly reserved for the sipping of sparkling wine originating from the Champagne region of France, I pause to wonder if this is indeed how the residents of the admittedly upper-class neighborhood located at the previously mentioned location commonly live. Indeed, I find this situation may be rather to my enjoyment.

I puckered my lips and exhaled forcefully to produce a shrill note in order to gain the attention of a taxicab driver, and as the driver approached I observed his California vanity plate which, in place of the traditional jumble of alpha-numeric characters, used only the letters F, R, E, S, and H, spelling out the word “fresh”. Additionally, from his rear view mirror dangled a pair of oversized, fur-covered cubes decorated to look like the six-sided dice commonly used in gambling and board games. In such a situation I could have made a statement about the unusualness of this particular taxicab to the point of it being nearly unique. Instead I cogitatively decided against it and instead informed the driver that he should deliver me to what was to become my new home in the community located at the previously mentioned location.

We pulled up to a large domicile sometime between the hours of 7 and 8 o’clock, and in a loud tone of voice I informed the cab driver that at some undetermined point in the future I would again detect his odour through my sense of olfaction. I gazed about the region of land that I was destined to rule, reflecting on my arrival: Here I would claim my rightful place upon the throne, from which I would govern the previously mentioned community of Bel-Air as monarch.

I have a cold.
Please survive this septum.

Fuuuuuuuuuuu-

Fuck this.
Stop acting like a child, I don't care if you're pregnant, this is ridiculous.
Grow up.

Thank god I leave today.

SO the opening ceremony was on whenver it was on,
and I literally only saw them announce Australia before my host mom turned it to a show about dentists.
I was like,
HELLO I COME FROM THE COUNTRY THAT IS HOSTING, CAN I WATCH PLEASE??
like what the hell.

Also, are all boys just fucking idiots?
I swear to god, I am going to walk to Canada and cut you!
You're being such a god damned downer!