damn, i can't stand having tim around, it's just an annoyance. he is quite dumb it seems. the first thing he asked when we got here was "what is there to eat?", and then he complained when i said sandwiches, if he doesn't like sandwiches, he should just stay at his house with his annoying fucking bitv=ch of a mom, who didn't tell him that i was in the hospital because "i'm a loser that he's better off not knowing", FUCK HER!! watching leala has been easy so far, except for when people come in and disturb her, making her go downstairs and shit on the floor, instead off letting her sleep, what the fuck?
tommorow i'm helping steve with the trash(although he makes it sound like i'm putting it off). i'm complaining right now andf i know it, and maybe i better stop, as according to steveo, james and jackie say i complain to much, and james is getting very annoyed with me, and is thinking about kicking me out again, although i don;t know if that is true or not, if it is, i wish people would just talk to me and tell me these things themselves.
i wish they would stop calling me down, steve says that i'm blowing tim off, i didn't want him to come anyway, steve wanted him to. i'm getting sick off ranting, i may finish later.

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why the fuck does he have to be here? i hate him so much, but yet i love him because he’s my dad. he’s here because tomorrow is his birthday(i hope it’s his last). i think i’m going to get in a major fight tonight. i might kill him if we’re all lucky. if i wasn’t sXe right now would be a great time to smoke lots and lots of pot, or maybe even pop a few pills, but i’ll just have to deal. i’m actually doing ok. Dr. Pepper and Tylonol will get me through this. i wish i could be somewhere else, the most ideal place for me to be is known by most, if not, think about it. my brother keeps on hitting me it my ear(i just got another peircing) and it hurts like hell. i’ve been finding a lot of cool hxc grrls on yahoo, and they all like me, they really like me! well, that’s all for now!

why do i have to love, why do i want to hate, what about these feelings, makes life so great?