complaints anyone?
so am drawing my art project. the radio is on classical music. no one is home or online. i dont want to read, parents are obnoxious, tv is annoying, dad is on tv; cant watch a movie, which jen has most of them, and blockbuster is closed. tmro is thanksgiving. im getting a 51 in history and something low in algebra, and my head hurts...i have to pee, forgot to call kate, almost got in an accident/stopped by cop, the hum of the computer is driving me nuts, i want go out but am too tired, i still have to pee, its nine thirty, i want to sleep, i really have to pee...i want better music.......::starts peeing:: oh crap! well, that adds to the list...lol jk...brb...my shoulder hurts, im complaining too much, im bored, am thirsty, my head still really hurts, im pathetic, the noise is irritating, i wish i could drive, am scared to drive, my ear hurts, am a ice-box in the heart department, my walls are strenuously plain, jen has my brushes at her house, jill seems to be mad at me, and hasnt said otherwise so i still think she is, my dad is aggravating, my surrealism sucks, am worried about jen, this is so unlike me in my opinion, my shoulder is hurting worse sitting like this ::moves::, my rooms a mess, this is getting long, im failing gym, i have mertz, i didnt get to finish the crucible, it isnt at blockbuster, blockbuster is closed, library is closed, my head is breaking, i want another jthm book, i dont have money, i need to babysit, i miss my girls, this is too long for complaints, i wanna go for a walk, its cold and not snowing, my head is murdering me, am still relaly thirsty, my dad is slamming cabinets and it hurts worse, gerbils wheel is squeaking, gerbil is still alive, i want orange juice, i have no license, am scared to drive, dad is confusing, my throat has now begun to itch, im still bored, i want to draw a tiger with a wine glass in its mouth for surrealism, i dont hve a picture to draw from, i really fucking hate my dad, i hate deals, i hate money, i hate tears, the tears are making my head throb, the washer is making it worse, my nose is running, my back now hurts cuz am hunched over so much, i cant think of any more good things, i am going to fail in school, my throat now hurts more, ive just yelled, my dad has come back three times, i dont have a lock on my door, i am not going to get into college, am not getting a job, am going to be Hester-ish wihtout the baby, ive changed too much, i hurt people very badly iwht no remorse, i dont help people i just pretend, i dont believe am strong like people say, and my head still hurts like fuck!

now heres good stuff...my gerbils alive, im not hungry, i have an 84 in lit, im doing homework, my room smells good and isnt cold. i actualy miss neil ::sigh::, music is on, i painted spongebob with jen, sort of watched nemo and had fun with a little girl by chasing her around, we came up with a plan to get mum out of the house, but ^(i forgot to call kate)^, i have pajamas, my hair looked good today, no ones here, i dont have to pee anymore, im getting my art project done, cerstan just came on, we finsihed spongebob, mr. carl sam plant is still alive, mia's really cute, i laughed at nemo, hul won best eyes, i got another idea for surrealism, i dont have bauer, dads gone to bed (hopefully for good-nevermind), its cold, i want to think of more good things but ^(i cant)^, i know how to do html, ive changed a load, i dont relaly regret things, i listen ^(but dont help)^, ive been told twice in the last two days that am strong, ^(too bad i didnt believe them)^, i just burped.

yup...if you care to ask about anything, then say so, otherwise gnight to all am going to sleep~its nine fifty three pm

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