i got a job, just like you asked. i do the dishes, i clean the kitchen, i vacuum, hang and bring in the washing, clean my room, et cetera whenever you ask. whatever you want me to do gets done. and lets face it, simone doesn't do a fucking thing you ask her to do and straight up gets away with it. every single motherfucking time. purely on the grounds that you let her. you are way more strict on me then you are her. fair enough, i got expelled from school and i've been sitting at home for a few months. but you know as well as i do, her grades are dropping, she doesn't do homework, and you still let her get away with being a lazy little bitch. and when i go out and i don't call you, you get mad at me. and it's not even like i'm going out and getting wasted or i'm sitting in an alley doing drugs. maybe it was pretty selfish going out on wednesday and not calling you and letting you know i'm okay when i stayed at miranda's place. but even on a saturday night, you know perfectly FUCKING well i'm okay because i'm always at kris' house. you FUCKING KNOW THAT FOR A FACT. and you still get all uptight when i don't give you a call to let you know what's going on. so wednesday night was little fucked up, but it's pretty much the first time you haven't actually known where i am or what i'm doing. and you think you've failed as a mother? well you failed as a fucking mother when you chose my father you stupid fucking bitch. i hate him, i hate you, i hate this fucking journal and i hate myself. bitch.