I love that mood. Why?! I love that mood because that's how I feel. For once, I want a drum roll. For once, I'm gonna stand up and tell the world how the hell I feel. For once, I'm gonna say everything on my mind, and NOT care how people react. I DONT CARE! I'm sick of: ~My parents always blaming me for their issues. Especially when money is involved because they don't spend hardly as much money on me as they do BRITTANEY! Who, by the way, has her own job! And anyway, they can't really complain. I got nothing for X-Mas from my mother OR my birthday. And plus, she hasn't paid for anything for me, for at LEAST 2 months. So, I honestly don't wanna hear her mouth ~People running their mouths. (IE Shawntail R., Tiffany C., and even JOEL!) *Shawntail should have never opened her mouth about anyone else's business in the first place. What gives her special rights?! *Tiffany shouldn't be saying nothing to NO ONE about ME because everytime I come and confront her, she get pussy on me. Yuh, but you got balls to talk?! SHUT UP! *Joel is just frustrating. And Douglass goes in Joel's category too. What gives him the right to EVER talk?! ~People looking up to me like I am their support. It's fine as long as I like them. But people like Tail, and Erin, I have no remorse for them. Tail, I love her, but she is hitting my nerves right now! Regina, I just flat out don't care! Why I know all her business is BEYOND me, but I don't care! I mean, I don't mind knowing as long as when you tell the world, you don't look at me like I did! ~People being in MY business! What gives?! Do I ask you every freakin second who you're doing, what you're doing, how you're doing it?! NO! SO don't come at me like you need to be in MY business. KNOW BETTER! Crap. ~Trying to bottle this in. It gets tiring. And I haven't even cracked. I'm just writing to let off steam so that it won't build up tomorrow. ((Ronald saw me kirk by the lockers, and he looked surprise)) I'm sick of trying to hide that I am a HUMAN! ~Loving someone who can't be there when I want them. I'm tired of sitting there and saying bye when I really wanna shout don't leave me, don't go. And then, them complaining that they miss me. I wonder why. I know I'm wrong for saying that, especially since I know that they're busy. A little too busy to have to deal with my crap daily, but seriously. If you think about it, if we did end up marrying, I'd be too attached. So dependent. I'd lock the doors from the inside with a key, and make sure they never left. They'd go crazy. Absolutely Cherries. Haha, but I'd enjoy every minute of it, because they'd still be there...::muah hahahaha:: *cough* Let's not laugh anymore. LMAO. ~And last, I DO NOT LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE TOUCH MY REAR END! DO NOT TOUCH ME! DO NOT TOUCH MY BOTTOM! AND DO NOT TOUCH TA'LESHA AT ALL! DO NOT EVEN LOOK OR TALK TO HER RIGHT NOW! ((UGH! I figure I'll erase this later, but until then...deal with muh b*tch*n. And this has been NOT *Mike's Super Short Show*::WINK::))