P*SSED.

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February 18

Brienna got mad this morning at Aunt Becca because she wouldn't let her ride to school with me and Monica and Lynn because she'd "given Aunt Becca an attitude". Then Brienna did it again! That chick does not shut up. But I probably would've done the same thing. So Sheyenne got to ride to school with us instead of Brienna. Brienna and our aunt don't really get along.

*a long while later*

I HATE our mom. She's been on these f*cking pills that make her a lazy b*tch that doesn't CARE how I feel or how hungry I am, because she won't f*cking make me a good lunch, or a good dinner! I want to punch her in the face. Maybe I should drive a knife through my skin every time she takes a pill. Maybe she'll take the hint then.

All day long I knew this evening wasn't going to be good. Even when I was writing notes with Madeline and laughing at my friends' pranks for Harrietta. Even when we had Chapel and Lynn, Mady, and Minnie sang so beautifully while Minnie played her violin. Mrs. Stacissa and Ms. Scarletissa were there to watch.

But now I'm p*ssed and my stomach is GROWLING, and it was growling this morning, too. I didn't even have much of a lunch!!! I'm STARVING! My mom is a bigger b*tch than Ms. Dolly.

Xoxo~ M

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