Thursday, January 21, 2010 @ 3:40 PM
oh my god.. this has got to be the worst, depressing, shittest, moodiest holiday everrrr. and fuck the 'fresh new start' what the hell. what kind of start is this?! things going wrong when you just want them to go right? am i true or what. and trust me, im so not the only one that hates this fresh start as wells.. i know people have have this thing on their minds as wells. this fresh new start is so fucked.. i have no idea how many times i have to complain on this blogspot, that this is so blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. T_T' this blog was supposed to be about the jerk i know which i call 'dad' but then got too carried with the whole 'fresh new start' crap. may cause a lot of swearing.. its hot outside and im kinda in the raging mood. so yeahs, here i go..
the fuckkk. you fucking prick. what else do you have to say to my face? that im not the perfect daughter that you wanted? well guess what, does it look like i give a flying fuck? will you just shut the fuck up mans. ive had enough of your stupid raging, for no fucking reason. what the fuck. are you pmsing? chucking a fit? X_X' words can not possible tell you how much i fucking hate your guts! every single body part of me hates youuuuuuuuuu. you tell me to fold the clothes before mum comes home right... it was 2pm when you told yeahs, yeah yeah, i got the message, just not bothered to do it now. and then 43 minutes later, you come in raging like no tomorrow saying DO THE CLOTHES! my response: yeahs, later.. and you full go off me. like what the hell man. theres not that much, it doesnt take one full fucking hour to fold the clothes. my godness me! and i thought i was bad when i had the shits, no? what kind father are you? thought fathers were supposed to be kind and lovely? no? i guessed wrong. that was in fairytales, when i was small, i used to love them. since i grew up, now i know its all fucking bullshit. no wonder everyone in this fucking shit hole house has a raging, attuide crap. yeahs, thanks jerk, just thanks. no wonder this is such stupid shit going on.
i have no idea why your so fucking two faced, yesterday rights.. eating hungry jacks at home with jerk, me, lynda and vanessa. mummy was still cooking her food while talking on the phone with her sister, my auntie. and then dad was full like MUM TALKS TOO MUCH! YAK YAK YAK! SHES BEEN COOKING SINCE 8PM! WHAT TIME IS SHE GOING TO EAT?! oh blah blah blah, just shuttup. well maybe she knows that nobody is going to eat, so thats why shes spending some time talking to her sister? hey, dont be jealous you cant. wonder why your always bitching about mum when lynda is somewhere near?
and then when i made cupcakes, jerk and mum was sitting at the kitchen table, eating my yummy cupcakes, and your like ITS SO CRAP! or whatever. joking manner, i dont care. if its crap, then dont fucking eat it! MY GOD! and i thought i was dum. and then one day later, eating it infront of lynda, and jerk was like to me. your cupcake is yummy. what the hell. you fucking two faced whore! saying that and acting like your top shit infront of lynda? THE FUCK MANS. ahahas. i remembered when you were telling me off for being too dumb, lynda was also there. and you kept on looking at her while telling me off. wonder why. fucking two faced whore.
i fucking complained about not wanting to call up somebody for you, and you full go: WHY ARE YOU LIKE YOUR BROTHER?! ACTING LIKE HIM AND STUFF! I DONT LIKE YOU LIKE THAT! well does it look like i can change myself? well sorrys his my fucking brother. similar things in each other fuckwhitt. get that fact in your head! :@
i dont get you at times.. fucking talking about my pimples? the fuck? so what if my face isnt fawless like it used to be? fuck bro. its called puberty, is that hard to understand mans? im fucking sorry that i have a face with pimples. im fucking sorry that i dont get to choose if i want pimples or not on my face. im fucking sorry im not a pefect daughter thats smart, not clumsy, and does whatever you want me to do. im even fucking sorry that im your fucking daughter. im fucking sorry that i was even born in the first place. im fucking sorry alright?!
this is so bullshit! its holidays man. the fuck. give me a break already. sick of your fucking voice telling me to do shit. when you told me off for not doing the clothes, felt like sholving all your fucking clothes in your mouth and saying FUCKING EAT IT! :@ grrrrr. pissed me off so badly. ive realised that when mum tells me off, its not that bad? a few words. ehh. and then when jerk opens his mouth, fucking hits me so bad. no joke. it hurts so deep down. but jerk doenst see what his caused because guess what.. he doesnt give a fuck about his children ayes? fucking du ma.
see how many times ive got to pms about your fucking ugly face? geez, i hope you realise. lynda said she might move out agains this year. i wanna go as wells. i mean... who doesnt want to get away from this shit hole house? like seriously.. bleh. gonna stop this raging blog now. cant be bothered for anything right now. hate the jerk. and il hate him for life. theres not one person that i hate as much as that jerk i call my dad. wasnt even thinking at all when im writing this blog, just realsing all my anger out. now do you get how much i hate him? byes. xoxo
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Thursday, January 21, 2010 @ 3:40 PM
oh my god.. this has got to be the worst, depressing, shittest, moodiest holiday everrrr. and fuck the 'fresh new start' what the hell. what kind of start is this?! things going wrong when you just want them to go right? am i true or what. and trust me, im so not the only one that hates this fresh start as wells.. i know people have have this thing on their minds as wells. this fresh new start is so fucked.. i have no idea how many times i have to complain on this blogspot, that this is so blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. T_T' this blog was supposed to be about the jerk i know which i call 'dad' but then got too carried with the whole 'fresh new start' crap. may cause a lot of swearing.. its hot outside and im kinda in the raging mood. so yeahs, here i go..
the fuckkk. you fucking prick. what else do you have to say to my face? that im not the perfect daughter that you wanted? well guess what, does it look like i give a flying fuck? will you just shut the fuck up mans. ive had enough of your stupid raging, for no fucking reason. what the fuck. are you pmsing? chucking a fit? X_X' words can not possible tell you how much i fucking hate your guts! every single body part of me hates youuuuuuuuuu. you tell me to fold the clothes before mum comes home right... it was 2pm when you told yeahs, yeah yeah, i got the message, just not bothered to do it now. and then 43 minutes later, you come in raging like no tomorrow saying DO THE CLOTHES! my response: yeahs, later.. and you full go off me. like what the hell man. theres not that much, it doesnt take one full fucking hour to fold the clothes. my godness me! and i thought i was bad when i had the shits, no? what kind father are you? thought fathers were supposed to be kind and lovely? no? i guessed wrong. that was in fairytales, when i was small, i used to love them. since i grew up, now i know its all fucking bullshit. no wonder everyone in this fucking shit hole house has a raging, attuide crap. yeahs, thanks jerk, just thanks. no wonder this is such stupid shit going on.
i have no idea why your so fucking two faced, yesterday rights.. eating hungry jacks at home with jerk, me, lynda and vanessa. mummy was still cooking her food while talking on the phone with her sister, my auntie. and then dad was full like MUM TALKS TOO MUCH! YAK YAK YAK! SHES BEEN COOKING SINCE 8PM! WHAT TIME IS SHE GOING TO EAT?! oh blah blah blah, just shuttup. well maybe she knows that nobody is going to eat, so thats why shes spending some time talking to her sister? hey, dont be jealous you cant. wonder why your always bitching about mum when lynda is somewhere near?
and then when i made cupcakes, jerk and mum was sitting at the kitchen table, eating my yummy cupcakes, and your like ITS SO CRAP! or whatever. joking manner, i dont care. if its crap, then dont fucking eat it! MY GOD! and i thought i was dum. and then one day later, eating it infront of lynda, and jerk was like to me. your cupcake is yummy. what the hell. you fucking two faced whore! saying that and acting like your top shit infront of lynda? THE FUCK MANS. ahahas. i remembered when you were telling me off for being too dumb, lynda was also there. and you kept on looking at her while telling me off. wonder why. fucking two faced whore.
i fucking complained about not wanting to call up somebody for you, and you full go: WHY ARE YOU LIKE YOUR BROTHER?! ACTING LIKE HIM AND STUFF! I DONT LIKE YOU LIKE THAT! well does it look like i can change myself? well sorrys his my fucking brother. similar things in each other fuckwhitt. get that fact in your head! :@
i dont get you at times.. fucking talking about my pimples? the fuck? so what if my face isnt fawless like it used to be? fuck bro. its called puberty, is that hard to understand mans? im fucking sorry that i have a face with pimples. im fucking sorry that i dont get to choose if i want pimples or not on my face. im fucking sorry im not a pefect daughter thats smart, not clumsy, and does whatever you want me to do. im even fucking sorry that im your fucking daughter. im fucking sorry that i was even born in the first place. im fucking sorry alright?!
this is so bullshit! its holidays man. the fuck. give me a break already. sick of your fucking voice telling me to do shit. when you told me off for not doing the clothes, felt like sholving all your fucking clothes in your mouth and saying FUCKING EAT IT! :@ grrrrr. pissed me off so badly. ive realised that when mum tells me off, its not that bad? a few words. ehh. and then when jerk opens his mouth, fucking hits me so bad. no joke. it hurts so deep down. but jerk doenst see what his caused because guess what.. he doesnt give a fuck about his children ayes? fucking du ma.
see how many times ive got to pms about your fucking ugly face? geez, i hope you realise. lynda said she might move out agains this year. i wanna go as wells. i mean... who doesnt want to get away from this shit hole house? like seriously.. bleh. gonna stop this raging blog now. cant be bothered for anything right now. hate the jerk. and il hate him for life. theres not one person that i hate as much as that jerk i call my dad. wasnt even thinking at all when im writing this blog, just realsing all my anger out. now do you get how much i hate him? byes. xoxo
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xTiffany Tran
Things you dont know
TiffanyTran. Yearnine 2010. ChesterHillHigh. twentythird, NOV. fourteen years. And she wishes that some things were different.
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
- marilyn monroe.
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