today has not been a good day
its not hte sore muscles or the creepy guy behaviour
its hte lack of privacy, and not wanting to exist that got me
who knew the wizard of oz, instead of making me reminicant like i thought it would, made me want to disappear forever.
i thought my mother was going to read my notebook today.
no one reads my notebook.
parents dont get that i hate them hovering, i hate them talking about pointless bullshit every 2 minutes
i hate my mum dissing my friends
i hate my mum talking about shit she doesnt know
i hate my dad deciding im devestated about something i could care less about
i hate that they dont freaking get it at all