This has been the worst year ever, I had 400 depression days, highest currently, nobody care of anything, parents don't seem to be happy of me here, maybe cause they think I'm too smart for them, Dad's treating my mom like trash behind her back, and toda, nobody ever came for thanksgiving, it took me hours to make a bread off a peice of freaing paper, 5 hours pf wprking hard and waiting, what do I get 'The bread isn't sweet enough'
--# shoot me already damnit
I don't have any clothes to wear, dad says its my fault, hint, Stop blaming people of stuff they can NEVER DO! -- God I can't wait until I drive...
S I'm wearin His clothes until Ch