Maybe i didn’t come to the kitchen to see what i was called for. I heard the request be taken back, i was hungry. I wanted to see what was bought at the store. I came to feed myself. Don’t tell me to get the fuck out of the kitchen you bitch. Your house maybe but also your child. Who you feed. Fuck why does everyone in my house have to be hit with the stupid stick at the same time.
I need to go out. I need to find reliable wheels. With reliable money.
People from my school are slowly but surly starting to come across Tumblr. And of course they like it, the pretentious, snobby bitches, and will be making their own. And will figure out i have one. And will ‘follow’ me. And i will shit bricks. This is my safe haven assholes, get the fuck away from it.
But it can’t, can it? I wouldn’t allow it. I really wish i could but fuck i’m such a shallow and conceited person it would never work. If only he’d change. Be who i want him to be, who i need him to be. Fuck it, maybe i should just fuck him? That’d be a nice change of pace, huh? Enlighten me, pleasure him, solidify everything. My luck everything would fall apart and i’d have no one. Fuck, why is life and love so difficult?