Fuck you. You stupid dirty cunt.
I hope your twat falls off.
Just because I refuse to babysit my 21 year old COMPETENT brother doesn't mean I have issues or need therapy.
I'm quite well adjusted, thank you.

There are very few people in this world I hate.
My grandmother is one of them.
She bothers me constantly.
She always puts me down.
She nags me if I don't want to say "hi" to her first thing in the morning with a shuffle back to my room.
Nothing I do is good enough.
An Artist isn't a real job according to her.
I'm sorry, bitch, I'm actually GOING to college and I want to live FREE from you in two years.
My grandmother is one of those people... she's just not satisfied unless she can talk shit.
She talked shit on James and only met him twice.
He said almost nothing to her.
Nothing other than "hi" and "Nice to meet you"
Oh fuck, my bad, he was white that warrents not liking him, right?
Fuck that. Yes, most the boys I've liked have be White.
Why? Because most of the black men I've met have been illiterate fuck heads.
It's not a matter of color it's a matter of society.
When I meet a well spoken black man who shares my interest I'll probably like him too.

Everyone in my family thinks I'm just like my mother.
Fuck. I'd rather be a hippy than a fuck black republican.
I'd rather go to poetry nights than sit at home and shit talk everyone.
I'd rather eat ORGANIC foods that consume every sweet in the house.
I would rather die alone that live with HER.

But lets remember, I'm inconsiderate, and off.
I need therapy.
Obviously freedom of speech does not apply to the home.
The pursuit of happiness doesn't apply to work.
My right to live my life ENDED at 18.
How silly of me.
....

Angry towards others as well.

Don't tell me how you want to spend time with me though you're too busy getting jerked off by some whore while your 'watch movies' at her house and completely ruin the only REAL plans I had for my birthday because believe it or not after all the shit you've put me though YOU'RE the ONLY person I actually WANT to spend time with on my birthday.

Because you're the only one who would know what it means to me to have you there. You're the only one who I still cry about. Why do I constantly and continuiously waste my time on you. You rat bastard.

You'd think after four fucking years of playing this fucking game I'd have a clue. You don't care about me anymore. I'm just a good way to pass the time. So you can tell me how I'm pretty. Then make me feel like shit. How I'm special to you, then forget I exist. You didn't call me for four nights, that you knew you were supposed to call to talk to me about my birthday on because you were to busy with a girl who means NOTHING to you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you! I wish just onces you'd fucking see things from my side of the fence. That just once you'd realize what friendship truely is.

Sometimes I wish that just once I would be more important to you that other girls. Even when we were dating you didn't understand that. You never understand because you never try. You don't know what it's like being me. You have people constantly throwing themselves at you and I've had one guy, one guy hit on me in two fucking years. But you can't understand why that makes me sad. You can't understand because you won't try.

You don't understand why it's hard for me to make real friends with people our age.

I wish... I wish just once you would.
I wish you's see it, just this once.