Anyways. Came home at like 5:15. Parents were arguing and being gay with each other. Got pissed. Went outside. Came home at like 6:30. "Started" homework. Didn't get very far with it.
Now I feel moody.
I feel like killing my dad because he's screaming and yelling like a fucking girl about god-knows-what. I don't even know who he's talking to. I think he's complaining about his job or something.
My mom is such a dumb ass. She doesn't know peoples' limits. Not mine, not my brother's, not my dad's. She's a fucking idiot. She needs to die.
I felt weird yesterday at like, 9 or something.
God, I can't waittttt to get out of this place. I don't care if I'm a few credits short for high school or if I flunk a course or something. I'm just going to drop out and get on with life as a garbage man/woman or whatever. I'll become a fucking prostitute and make money. I'll sell drugs. I don't care.
On second thought...I'm doing pretty well in school...why the sudden discouragement? God.
I'm good now :D
Fat-free chocolate pudding makes everything better.
Oh fuck...I have to memorize those gay lines...