Friday, April 10, 2009

GUESS WHAT?!
IM A SPOILED, BLOODY PRINCESS WHOM IS JEALOUS OF MY BROTHER.

dont bother reading, its just the too spoiled and is ranting and self pitying herself boob.
really, its not worth it.

let me ask you.
how many of you have brothers who are such lazy bums and hypocrites that they cant get off theyre huge bums to go and do something with their life.
dont get me wrong, i love the Lord, but is it pure ignorance or stupidity that lead to them thinking my brother can stay home for the past 2 years doing ABSOLOUTELY NTH.

yes,

thats my brother.
he dropped out of ite because his finger got a booboo which he complains about every single day.
will he grow up?
i broke my arm when i was three and i dont give a rat's ass about it even if one arm is shorter than the other.
& he can come home telling me im spoilt, and has always been cus THEY treat me like a princess.

well fyi,
PRINCESS MY ASS.

when i fail a test they scold me for spending their money.
when he stays at home lazing his ass off and consuming the world's already depleting resources,
they praise him,
for oh wont you know,
HIM BEING A GOODY TWO SHOES AND ALL.

crazy blind ignorant geezers,
a princess gets what she wants.
& what do i have?
forced tuition,
former forced piano lessons,
& forced to be part of this stupid family.

bloody hell,
i rather we be poor and all,
it was only when i had some balls that i told them I DONT WANT TO LEARN THE PIANO.
my mother wants me to be some church pianist in the furture.
well kiss my ass,
thats not gonna happen.

by the way,
when i cry,
my father reacts with a "SHE JUST LIKES TO CRY, LEAVE HER ALONE,"
where in the depths of your mind have you met someone who LIKES to cry.
& none of my parents ask about my day,
maybe its cus im the last of three.
who in the world says the youngest gets the most love?
more like forgotten.

yeahyeah,
call me a jealous bitch all you want,
im through with it.
& whoopeedoo,
i have to live with them for THE REST OF MY LIFE.
when will it end?

& oh yeah,
did i tell you my father asked if i was lesbian?
ITS CUS YOURE NOT HOME MOST OF THE TIME AND I SEE YOU LIKE ONCE A MONTH?!
and you laugh when i cry,
the pure irony in that is so
^&#*%^@$^@@

oh and my poor mother became ill when my brother went for NS.
FOR TWO DAYS.
and who was there to take care of her?
oh yeah,
ME.

& when hes home,
its like royalty has stepped into our house,
and btw,
dont tell me to talk to my parents.
it doesnt work.

my mum tells me im noisy,
my dad couldnt care less,
my sister is out with her boyf that doesnt even really care for her.
and shes all "OH IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM"

God, the break up and make ups are boring me.
++ the crying and whining of how she loves him oh so much but he didnt do enoughhhhhh.
-inserts really sarcastic awwwww-

i comforted her.
hugged her,
walked with her to the beach countless times in the middle of the night,
oh and where was she when i was crying?
laughing at me or out.
with the gorilla she calls a boyf.

oh and yeah,
saying all this really does make me sound like a spoiled, narcisistic, princess-like bitch.

well i guess i am.
live with it.

i miss times like these.

thanks for the call, you really are one in a million.

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