Sunday, 8 March 2009

Throw the threats, go on.

I aren't on speaking terms to them, I don't see why I should talk to them. I don't want to, to be frank. This wedding should occupy them long enough for me not to be in contact with them. No, it's not their wedding. They got married on my birthday, when I was 6. I'll be related to Hannah now, through marriage of course, she's amazing. So refreshing to talk too, although I wish I saw her more often.
I'm getting told off for ignoring my mum, and sometime for ignoring my dad. My mum threatend not to pick me up from school tomorrow, so i'll have to catch the bus. The bus costs money mum, and we don't have alot of it. Pick another threat, maybe a suitable one this time, eh? Honestly, you have no sense or feeling whatsoever. You just carry on typing mum, pretend everything's okay. You stay on your computer, since you care about that more than your own bloody daughter - but as long as you're happy..

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