this doesn't make any fuckin sense to me whatsoever. maybe i'm just not seeing what's right because i'm the one that's going through it. so i'm in vegas right now. in a hotel that's pretty much so big you never gotta leave it unless you need mcdonalds. anyways. so tonight. let's see, the sibilings, one's at a bar and the other two are high in their hotel rooms. i'm chillin outside by the pool with some friends, listening to music, straight chillin waiting for the drunk one. I get called in. I get told that I don't have a choice about what time I come in. I get told that even if it is unfair that I can't do anything about it. I get grilled about what I was doing, and who I was with, and why I haven't come back yet. it's what...12ish? somehow, I get locked into this whole parental control issue and i could really use a cigarette. yes, this blog is all about me me me and me because i reserve the right to fuckin complain. just for the record since all these random thoughts are running through my head. just so everyone knows. i am not a material person, you cannot make up for lost time, or anger by buying me things. it doesn't make me happy. so don't do it, cause all it does is piss me right the fuck off. try caring, try lending an ear, try helping me out once in a while and then you'll realize how much better our relationship would be if you could just love me like a normal person; treat me like a normal person, not like i'm some fuckin little girl made of porcelain that's so delicate you won't even let her off the shelf, treat me like i'm human...PLEASE. ok. done. finished. can't type about this shit anymore. have a good night ya'll and fuck off.
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