Mood:  not sure
Topic: journal
my poetry is on hold for a while... i am too laxy to add more. i had it all on disks but i had to send them to the companies. i shoulda just put them up... anyways. i am bored and i asked my grandma if i could stay home tomorow and she just got mad at me for asking. she thinks im a stupid, naiive little kid. i cant believe her. like oh yeah im gonna get drunk just because i grew up in situations like that. sure. im gonna just go and sell my drugs while she's at work. just cuz she thinks im a psycho. sure. i have problems but nothing like you helped my mom create. you were worse. you know it... i just hate it though. she dosen't trust me she always thinks the worst cuz im already doing bad things. no. i at least try to be a good person i try! she was drinking everyweekend when my mom was growing up. my mom told about you what you used to do to her. how she always felt that she hated you. everything. she was telling a nine year old that she was gonna kill herself because she hated her daughter so much. she screamed it at me. and you wonder why im so messed up? you wonder. why dont you just shut up and leave me alone ill grow up. i know right from wrong!