He needs to get over himself and get himself straight. Like.
Hes not my fucking child. Why do III have to deal with this shit?
His shit NEEDS to stop.
He complains, and moans and is just so angry/upset.
Like.
Fucking STOP. Your retarded.
You have a WHOLE future ahead of you and your going to pull this shit?
God damn.
He just said "I'm going to fail high school right in your fucking face."
Really? God your so god damn mature.
UGH how am I possibly related to this boy?
And he doesn't understand ANYTHING. We are POOR.
Capital P O O R.
We can't afford to buy him an air soft gun. Sorry. We just can't.
Mac Book Pro? Does he even REALIZE how much those cost? Fucking christ.
Why can't he just be happy with what we try and get him. God.
Nothing is EVER good enough for him and I'm not going to play this game anymore.
Hes going to just have to live with it. And get over it.
God fucking damn it.
Rage. Rage. Rage. Rage.
Stupid ass immature little boy. D<
I just, I am at suuuch a lose for everything with him.
I don't know how to be a mother and make him understand.
I'm only his sister. His HALF SISTER.
With so many other things on my plate. Like.
UGH.
I'm just so angry. Going to get some coffee.
D<
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