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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

red-violet.

every now and then
i get a little bit angry and i know i've got to get out and cry

my brother and cousins are driving me insane! they just never listen! i have no idea what will happen when they finally make me lose it. i've warned them before, but do they even bother? nope. just picture this: in all your anger, they still laugh in your face and continue to do what you've just told them to stop doing.

i dont know about you, but i demand a little respect. never (NEVER!) in my life have i ever come across such disobedient arseholes (am i being redundant?), and when i actually do, they just had to be immediate family. they just had to be them.

i cannot even begin to imagine what i will do if my child(ren) ever turn out to be like them fuckers. i just cannot bear to think about it.

what do i have to do to finally make them listen, huh? whip out the rotan? threaten to feed them to the rottweilers at the back? cry like a little baby?

OH LORD
i swear i could kill myself.

people always say, be tolerant, patient, whatever shit moral values they can conjure up. dont be such a dipshit, okay? way easier said than done. why dont you come and try on my shoes for a day? you'd be the first one to strangle them, if not, then yourself.



as wrong as it is, sometimes, i just want to kick them.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    15 October 2009 at 05:25  

    It's a younger sinbling's job to do all that.

    It's ours as the eldest to get revenge. I 'spy' on my sisters and spill the beans to get them in trouble. LOL.

    wait till they become teenagers. top