so about the yearbook,
my fucking mother actually read the comment where
gabriel wrote this long comment like 3 pages
last year,
and last night she said that she didn't read any of it
so I ripped one of the pages out saying that while
someone was writing they were holding it
weirdly and ripped it out,
fuck
so lying to you isn't ok, but its ok to lie to me
and say that you fucking didn't read the comment
of course i can't let you fucking read it because
you always make such a fucking deal about
these things that have anything to do with guys
but you fucking say that I'm allowed to have guy "friends"
and in the end, you don't fucking trust me hanging out
with them, of course now I can't say anything because
I actually do have one, but before,
and then taking out all my stuff from my bags and
reading all the stuff i have one my fucking sticky notes
why,
even though your my mother, I don't think mother's have
a right to look through MY fucking stuff
this reminds me of the time, when i wrote in a diary
for my trip on portugal, and I accidentally left it in the
apartment in HK when i left to go to the shunde trip
and you FUCKING read it,
so, you tell me to write diary's so that I can fucking remember
what I've done, NOT FOR YOU
so from that day on, i never wrote anything personal on paper
i fucking despise you
i have no fucking intention of living more than highschool,
so you don't have to worry about saying that you have
to take care of me and shit
i'll happily die whenever, but my deadline is after highschool.
i realized today that i start to cut myself more and more,
so much that i lose control, and even though they aren't deep
I do tons of it, and when i start crying,,,,,
i hyperventilate and can't breath,,,,,,, fuck whats wrong with me.
my fucking mother actually read the comment where
gabriel wrote this long comment like 3 pages
last year,
and last night she said that she didn't read any of it
so I ripped one of the pages out saying that while
someone was writing they were holding it
weirdly and ripped it out,
fuck
so lying to you isn't ok, but its ok to lie to me
and say that you fucking didn't read the comment
of course i can't let you fucking read it because
you always make such a fucking deal about
these things that have anything to do with guys
but you fucking say that I'm allowed to have guy "friends"
and in the end, you don't fucking trust me hanging out
with them, of course now I can't say anything because
I actually do have one, but before,
and then taking out all my stuff from my bags and
reading all the stuff i have one my fucking sticky notes
why,
even though your my mother, I don't think mother's have
a right to look through MY fucking stuff
this reminds me of the time, when i wrote in a diary
for my trip on portugal, and I accidentally left it in the
apartment in HK when i left to go to the shunde trip
and you FUCKING read it,
so, you tell me to write diary's so that I can fucking remember
what I've done, NOT FOR YOU
so from that day on, i never wrote anything personal on paper
i fucking despise you
i have no fucking intention of living more than highschool,
so you don't have to worry about saying that you have
to take care of me and shit
i'll happily die whenever, but my deadline is after highschool.
i realized today that i start to cut myself more and more,
so much that i lose control, and even though they aren't deep
I do tons of it, and when i start crying,,,,,
i hyperventilate and can't breath,,,,,,, fuck whats wrong with me.