fathers day. hmm. wonderful. another damn holiday that i have to somehow come up with money to buy some fucking gift that is usually taken back. i love my dad. i love him very much. i just hate the idea of a day thats treated like every other. its stupid and pointless. most holidays are though. i have to spend time with aunt jen. i really dont want to. i will have to listen to her bitch about how much of a bitch i am. and how everything i do, its with an 'atitude'. fuck. and i have to listen to it for a whole fucking week. im being real anti-people again. i dont get like this as often as i used to but i just sometimes hate having to see people. i hate how fucking annoying everyone is. maybe its me though. even if it is fuck that. people suck. debbie thinks were really good friends again or some shit. she calls me alot now telling me about her fucking problems. like i really give a fuck. she makes a huge fucking deal out of everything. plus she loves getting involved and shit. when someones fucking with me she has to play the role of the perfect friend. i hate that shit. i have noticed how unexciting my life is. and how its not even really worth writing about. but i just like to tell myself whats going on in my life. so i can straighten shit out. it helps. alot. well im out. i have been writing about nothing for too long.



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