Monday, January 2, 2012 9:30 AM
You wanna talk about sense and logic? Fine. Let's do it.
What's wrong with you? Or if you want to put it in your terms, what's wrong with me?
Nothing's wrong with me, you're the one that's going through PMS every single day and venting your anger at me, hello?
I don't understand of why do you have to shout at me for the littlest of things, and get angry at the most nonsensical things like dog food and all. Yea then speaking of dog food, yes I feel like your dog now, for you to just boss around and shout at.
Oh, and for the sake of the whole family to be happy and live their happily ever after lives, I have to shut up, and let everything fume in my head, smile like a bimbo, pretend I like to be shouted at. Smart much, no? I think it's such a smart plan.
You want to talk about me going out on the last day of Narisa's holiday, okay let's talk fuck much about it.
Do you have any plans on for today a not? Are you sure that we're not just gonna rot at home like Christmas
and New Year?
I won't bother sparing a thought for anything, because I know that everyone will be staying at home doing their own things. And please don't teach Narisa to be a bitch like you. She's whining and whining and whining and fucking whining even more just because you implanted the thought of me going out without her on the last day of her holiday. She was totally okay with it until you had to manipulate her.
Don't tell me that something's wrong with my attitude or I'm being rebellious and all when I all ever did was try to reason things out while you just sit there, shaking your legs and think that it's right for you to say and do whatever you want. Hello, in case you forgot, I'm human, I have feelings, and I get hurt.
But you probably won't ever get that, cause even when I talk to you nicely, you'll always have to put me down, you 'll always be in the right. Cause you're just oh so righteous and correct and wise and experienced. Sorry, I didn't notice that.
So here's my thoughts and views, if you want me to send a fucking perfect essay to you, here it is, with all my love and respect for you.
With so much love,
Natalie Ishot
