You are such a big f***ing hypocrite. And you know how f***ing mad I am because I don't normally cuss. Everything you tell me that I do wrong every single f***ing day you do all the time as well. You tell me to watch my tone and you go screeching at me when I try to fix your stupid problem. "When you walk out of a room, pick it up" is what you say, and then you leave behind a sh!t-load of junk everywhere you go. And I don't want to listen to your sh!tty self-help tapes. Just because you're fat and have no boyfriend and never get laid except by fat spaniards doesn't mean I need help. Why won't you just let me live with dad most of the time? Wanna know what I have to say to you? Shut up B!TCH.
Notes:
- First of all, apologies to my mother for that post.
- I DO NOT feel this way any more.
- Also, remember that this is four years ago
- I included it in this project because it is a good example of how I felt at times back then
- Sorry for the profanity
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