Back from my cousin's house, he's just being a jerk, as usually. I was having a great, GREAT weekend till he says "I need to sleep, go away". Oookay, I don't want to go away, I will just be here, quiet, with my comp, watching some House and I won't be bothering you. But no.
"You go away, NOW. I'll take you home."
"But I don't want to go home."
"Why?"
"Because I hate being home."
"Then do something about it! I can't sleep because you're here, so you have to go the fuck away, right fucking now."
Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. Then do something about it. NO. JESUS NO.
What the fuck am I going to do about it. My "mother" is a cunt and I can't take being all the day home. Being home makes me sad, makes me ill, makes me fucking sick. No I can't do shit about it. What do you want me to do, burn down tha house? I'LL BURN DOWN THA FUCKING HOUSE GOD DAMN IT.
I don't have to study, I don't have to work, I DON'T HAVE TO DO FUCKING NOTHING. I CAN'T GET DISTRACTED. I NEED TO GET OUT OF THA HOUSE.
So that asshole finally took me home, guess what happened after, what's happening now and what will happen from now on till this fucking world ends?
THEY'RE FUCKING ARGUING AND YELLING AT EACH OTHER'S. Because some shit with smoking. Why don't they just STFU and keep quiet.WHY don't they just kill each other's? WHY.
One day, I swear, one day I will get the fuck out of here, and they, you, everyone, no one will see me AGAIN. I will rent a house, I will buy a comp, I will download music, I will bring a table, I'll put the comp on the table, and I'll play, ENDLESSLY, till I starve to death, and I won't hear ANYONE'S cries, voice, I won't have to see anyone's angry face of "MYGODYOUDIDEVERYTHINGWRONGAGAINGOFUCKINGDIE".
And I will have a friend, he will be a dirty penguin plush, and his name will be Diablo, and he'll take care of me, then we will be bestfriends, then he will betray me, and I will finally be crazy when I die.
Sometimes I think that I will die a hikikomori. I should. And alone, of course. I like that.
So uhm, yea. I'm angry, if you didn't read all this vomiting nonsense.
