Listening to: some commercial
Feeling: destructive
Bitch. Cunt. Ass. Snot-nosed little Brat burn in Hades! I detest you, no loath you, no! hate you. I hate you. Yes, with a passion, a fire, this burning sensation when you are around, I want to murder you, to take out your inside and use them as fishing bait. I would send you to Hades, but that is where I will be when I die, I don not want to spend eternity with you if I must spend my now time with you.
You site there, on the couch, glaring at me to get off the computer. At first, all you did after school was watch the television, you had an hour and a half of television shows lined up that you ALWAYS got to watch. If anyone tried to come and take your time it was snatched away with simple words. Words that made sense, but should
“She watches these shows everyday Solo, you can watch the TV after.â€
Yes, it makes sense. Its routine, and you cannot go wrong with routine, routine is good, keeps you on track, doesn’t let the world spin out of order. But why is that right? Since you watch it Everyday, would one half hour show make a difference? No. I thought not.
Now it’s the computer, instead of an hour or two on the television, its on the computer. After school, I understand, go ahead, its You Time. But I want After rehearsal. I don't get him until 5:30 or sometimes even 7:30 / 8:00 p.m.. Can’t I have it then? You have it all afternoon, until evening, and it’s my turn!
NO I will not tell you when I am done! NO! I will not get off! NO! You cannot have the computer.
Let me have this peace, or I will take it from you.
Your pudgy little stomach sticks out over your pants, and the beginning of a double chin sits on the beginning of a chest. The women in this family always start late, but grow before. Its odd and I know I do not want to be around for your feminine problems. I have to deal with a whole school of teenage girls, I will not tolerate any bull shit from you.
So sit there and glare you little bitch. Hades little devil. You are like Hades re-incarnate.
You always get your way. Slimy, slithering, conniving, little manipulative 10 year old twat. You whine and scream when you don't get your way, your afraid of the dark and can only sleep with someone on the same floor as you (the only time I wish we had a bungalow)
You repeat those three words over and over aloud, to anyone who will listen. But not too me. Not anymore. I believe you stopped when I would just glare at you after you said them, they are words I will never repeat to you. No I am not being a moody teenager, you know I loath and detest you, you know I hate, you know I will watch you fail. So the next time you say that to me, don't expect to hear a reply, you will not find one. I will never say “I Love Youâ€.
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