Last month I visited my sister and my dad, and it was great. I really needed to see them. But unfortunately, some faggot ass bitch broke my laptop charger, and they're about seventy bucks (which I do not have) to replace. Also, the same faggot ass bitch stole my SIM card from my cell phone, leaving me further disconnected and angry. On the brighter side of things, I have a car! My very own vehicular to mob around it. Now all I need to do is learn how to properly drive it and get my license. Which is easier typed than done, considering I'm still scared to drive. My mother has recently gone through a harsh break-up with her boyfriend of five years, but hopefully she'll snap out of it soon and realize that that piece of SHIT isn't worth her time or sorrows. Terry, if you somehow find this blog entry, I want you to know that you're pretty much dead to me. You lied to my mother, and in turn, me. And for what? Some married East coast slut? Good fucking choice bra, real nice. Somehow I knew you'd fuck my mom over, I just KNEW it, but I didn't really want to say anything because for a while there, you were making her really happy. And then BAM, some hot piece of 12 year-old boy looking ass pops in to your life and you start the chase. BTW, you text more then I, a teenage girl, every did. You're pathetic and I hope you know that maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even next year, but somewhere down the road, you're going to end up all alone. And you'll have no one to blame but yourself. Mark my fucking words, you will end up sad and all alone.
Done bitching now.
How's everyone else doing?
