to my family, i'll always just be this annoying little speck that never does n e thing rite. it will always be my fault that sumone becomes angry. yeah, just because my sister's angry at meh, that's fine, but i can't be mad at n e one? oh yeah. great fair world. yeah. maybe i treat the world as if the world owes me something, u wanna noe what? it does. all i've ever gotten from n e one is trash. trash, trash, trash. yeah, i'm the "cold" one in the family. i'm always the one that's moody. i'm always the one upset. oh? u think i like feeling this way. well they can all just well kiss my ass if so. yeah, it's cruel. guess what? the world that GOD created that wuz soo good to begin with ain't so good n e more. yeah, they want me to see something? well guess what? just because their older doesn't mean that they do know more, yes they can, but it doesn't mean i haven't seen it or heard it before. yeah, i'm angry. now i have more people on my list of anger. yeah. i'm not the one that's able to raise my voice just a semitone higher. yeah, the world does owe meh, it owes meh alot. yeah, but i'm a sinner, i don't deserve n e thing, and everything i get is GOD given, yeah....all that stuff i've been fed since almost my first memory. well at least two years afta my first memory. i'm a miserable person? so what? like u aren't? yeah yeah, no ones perfect, blah blah......i don't need to hear n e of the shit n e of you people have to say at the present moment. i just wanna run away....but luckily, i'm not pissed to insanity yet.....i can still be quite sane now. yeah...is it my fault my sister thinks she's fat? is it my fault that i like to go shopping and not walk around the neighborhood with my sister? is it my fault that i don't like this safe comfortable neighborhood i'm in? is it my fault that i can't move out and live on my own? is it my fault that i'm just me?

yeah, everyone of you is trash, believe it or not, u were all made from dust, and to dust u shall return. what is dust to you? dat stuff dat gets stuck on da bottom of ur shoes, u wash it off because it irritates you. yeah...that's what dust is, and in terms of that, u are that annoying irratable microscopic peices of crap. yeah.....bad day. i dunno wha da hell is wrong with my family at the present moment, but i will not apologize, even if they think i did sumthing wrong. they can force it outta meh, it'll mean nothing. yeah......

my dad's angry now, more frustrated then anything. my mom's always frustrated and hating everything she hasta do, but she still enjoys doing it. my sista, maybe i follow after her, dat lil annoying moody lil gurl. i ain't perfect, i noe i aint. but i hate those that make meh sound even more worthless than i already am. i also don't like dose dat make meh sound more righteous then everyone else. i can't accept compliments. i can't accept complaints. i see it for myself.

my dad's going insane now. but i really am in no mood to eat now. i'm pissed beyond believe, but my daddy'll prolly come down and yell at meh if i don't go up.