So apparently, I am a bad child. And I should be punished.
Why am I a bad child? Because I asked my parents for AT LEAST AN HOUR to go with my friends and buy some toys to donate to charity.
Why can't I? Because all I do is think about myself, and I have to make sacrifices.
Okay, WHAT DIFFERENCE does TWO HOURS MAKE out of a fucking WEEK I have off!?
Oh, two less hours I have to endure with my grandmother. Show's how much they FUCKING listen.
What's my punishment? No TV (Not that I really watch it anyway =_=) and no computer. I'm using the school computer right now, because my dad's being a little ass hole because his computer desk wasn't clean.
Yeah? Really? Learn some responsibility he tells me.
I HAD responsibility until THEY started FAVORING my sisters. GIVE ME ONE GOD DAMN REASON I SHOULD GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHAT THEY SAY.
For example, I am supposed to clean the kitchen at least FOUR times a week. I cleaned it THREE. Big whoop. Oh no end of the world!
Whens's the last time my sisters even touched a dirty plate? The beginning of October.
I'm so sick of this. Kill me now, I beg of you.
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