
I'm so freaking pissed off, people. I don't care if you don't want to read this, this is my rant journal and I'm going to rant like a motherfucker on meth. Yeah. Alright, here it goes. Family. Who the fuck do you think you are!? I'm so so sorry that I'm hard to motivate. I try my hardest, I really do. I'm really sorry that I'm not motivated enough to go out for sports, or clean up the living room while I'm in such severe pain that I don't want to move! I'm so sorry that I don't like sports, I barely exercise, and I like to drink your Mountain Dew. If I want to be a fat ass, then why won't you just let me? >:I It's my life, man. You get mad at me for not taking out the trash when someone else told me not to? Fucking seriously!? Either there is a lack of communication in this house, or someone just wants to piss me the fuck off. Second of all, WHO THE FUCK PUTS SQUASH IN MAC AND CHEESE? My family gets sooo mad at me because I asked my dad , "Why the fuck would she put squash in mac and cheese? That ruins it." And so, my step mom comes back into the house, and my dad asks her this. I didn't want him to ask her. I'm fucking scared of my step-mom. She scares the shit out of all my friends, too. Anyways, she comes in and my dad was like, "Harmony wants to know why the FUCK you put squash in mac and cheese, cause' she thinks you ruin it." DAD! WHAT THE HELL!? So, Evi turns to me and is like, "Well, SOME people LIKE to eat vegetables and not get FAT." Excuse me, bitch. I'm so sorry that I don't like to RUIN good food with nasty ass squashy shit. God damn, lady. So, after that I was just simply pissed off beyond belief and my dad wanted me to clean the bathroom. So I go and get paper towels to clean the mirror and shit, and Evi stops me and is like, "Uh, put the paper towels back." D:< And then my dad goes, "Eyes are always on you Harmony." and so I turned to him, and I'm like, "Not a fuck was given, dad." And then I stomped away. After that, he was all happy and shit but I was going to tell him something about how I don't need to critical bitches up my ass all the fucking time, but. I guess I couldn't bring myself to it, because he's going threw so much and that's the first time I've seen him that happy in like, a month. So yeah, I just locked myself in my room and cleaned and shit. I'm just so beyond annoyed. I came from a bad family, father. I can accept your rudeness, but I WILL NOT put up with a chick that's not even related to me. So I ended up eating the worst type of cereal ever. DX AND FOR ALL THOSE PEOPLE THAT THINK I'M COMPLAINING FOR NOTHING YOU CAN JUST GO FUCK YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH SQUASH SHE PUTS IN EVERYTHING. UGH. I have woken up at 6 in the morning, pulled four all nighters in the past week, and I can't get one day to fucking sleep!? No, I can't. I can't even get a 'good job getting those kids ready' or a 'hurr, good job'. I'm so sick of being unappreciated. I try so fucking hard to please everyone around my house and I can never be good enough, and I have to do 10 times more just to get a pat on the back. Which I hate, because I don't like people touching me. Rant. Over. Bye.








squash is fucking disgusting why the fuck would you eat it at all, let alone on mac and cheese?!?!?!?!?!
i dont understand that bitch... O.o
That doesn't even sound good.
Your step-mum needs a slap on the back of the head.
My mum can be a royal bee with an itch sometimes. I understand. Best thing you can do is carry on with what you're doing in spite of them :3
It'll get better soon hopefully <3