Friday, July 30, 2010 . 7/30/2010 12:07:00 AM
Bloody hell.
This is to Mum.
I am bloody doing my school work. Please let me work in peace. I WILL pack this bloody room if you don't bloody dump things all around the room in the first place. I've ALREADY packed this room when you started moving (or rather, throwing) things around my room so it's a MESS. AGAIN. AND, I am bloody coming home for YOU, when I could have stayed in school longer to do some work.
For goodness sake, appreciate me a little more, instead of throwing your drunken temper around, when you can't hold your liquor, AND don't start telling me you drank JUST ONE CAN, when I can smell more than just that and tell by your behaviour. I'm already fed-up with school, people in school, that damn father, and money. Don't let me be fed-up with you.
I'm already feeling miserable and desperate. Don't make me feel bleak when I'm trying to climb back up.