From the time I get up in the morning, to the time I go to bed, I have no patience for my mother. I swear I will kill her one day, and I'm lookin' forward to it.
How do you tell someone that when you see their face you want to kick it in and whenever you hear their voice you want to rip their vocal chords out of their throat and strangle it with them?
Ya see, my life meter starts out full at the beginning of every day. The moment I open my bedroom door and see my mothers face, the life meter starts to dwindle. I get to school and I'm fine cuz she's not there and neither is work, which I swear I am quitting. So I stay happy for the day. Then when class is over, I have to go home and face her. She may as well be a damn cripple because I have to take her everywhere. That sucks a good chunk out of the life meter and severly wears my patience cuz she's an ass. We go buy cigarettes and then to the store to get groceries and VODKA. She always complains. I can say every line of hers before she does. She's such a predictable ass. I want to shoot her. Bush cannot take office again cuz I'll buy and handgun and kill my mother. I wonder if I could sue him for that. Hmmm intreguing thought. My mother is so worthless. I'm gonna go to bed and die cuz she' just sucked the life out of me and I was on the negative side of the life and patience spectrum.
Melissa
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