Sometimes, I hate my life.
First of all, I've got all this schoolwork that doesn't explain to me hOW TO DO IT,
Then there's my family.
Ohohohoh, my family.
How I just lOVE THEM TO PIECES.
Ok, let me explain,
My stepdad is a complete and utter motherfluffer.
He thinks jUST BECAUSE HES SICK, he can have whatEVER HE WANTS.
Look, I understand he has testicular cancer, and I know I shouldn't talk bad about it because obviously I haven't been through it, but hES AT THE POINT TO WHERE HE CAN STILL DO DAILY THINGS.
And, he walks into my room, no freaking knocking (yes I get stressed over that), and tells me he's going to be in charge of EVERYTHING AND THAT HES GOING TO BE THE B(LEEP) OF THE HOUSE! NOT KIDDING, THOSE WERE HIS EXACT WORDS!! And to add up my anger, he says that I don't do ANYTHING to benefit the family, and that he bUSTS HIS ARSE EVERY DAY YO PAY BILLS FOR THIS FAMILY. Let me tell you the truth. For the past month, he's been sitting on the couch watching South Park 24/7. Doesn't sound like busting your arse to me, and I'm pretty sure it doesn't to you either. I may not be a benefit to the family, heck, I'm more of a burden, but yOU ARENT DOING MUCH EITHER.
I'm going to get out of your hair now. If you read all of this, I'm sorry for pouring my problems onto you like I always do. I'm going to keep them to myself so you don't have to worry.
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Trashy Art Book of Trash 2
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