Hey, it ain't my PMS.... Yeah. Yesterday, Brenda was messing with my little 6 yr. old bro and lying to him and calling him stupid so she tried to bring me in it and I denied it so she was like pretending to be angry and then I said something or something, and she fricken says "Whatever" and walks away and so when she's walking, I say under my breath, "bitch." but I think she might've heard because she stopped walking for a second then continued. It pissed me off even more when I got home and she's in my room. She locked herself in MY fricken room. WHAT THE F***?! So I'm so pissed that I just wait. And wait for her to come down. A f***ing hour passes and she FINALLY comes down. It wasn't even that big a f***ing deal. Seriously. I'm still pissed. She overreacted to the extreme. And you might think she has a right, but OH NO SHE DOESN'T... Cuz later that day,
We called Jason and we were hanging out with him, then she did something to piss him off acting like a dumbass and so he just started walking home. Then she went after him and then came back. So I asked what happened and here is how she said the conversation went,
Brenda: Jason come back, please.
Jason: No, I just wanna go home, I'm hungry.
Brenda: Come on please.
Jason: No
Brenda: Whatever.
(Brenda walks away back to the park, which is exactly what she said to me before she trampled away into my room.)
It went something like that anyways, but so then after that I was like, and why are pissed him? And she said, "he's a jerk". And so I was about to say, "PMS, control it" to her face but I caught myself and just said, "Nevermind" and walked away. Seriously? Two times in a day she throws a f***ing hissy fit over basically nothing. She never usually gets angry over things like that. The little bitch.
Ugh. I'm sorry for sounding so harsh, but I just I'm tired of her being such a bitch lately. And I'm not saying I'm a perfect little angel, it's just too much for me right now. I feel so under pressure and everyone is telling me what to do. And getting into my business and telling the people that I don't really want knowing my secrets, my secrets. If that makes sense. I'm so pissed off. I want to talk to Brenda about all of it and try to make her stop but if I tell her she needs to control her temper when she's PMSing then I think she'll snap and walk away again, just PISSING me off even f***ing more. Seriously, she always walks away from Jason and stuff whenever he basically does nothing. REALLY?! And then I'm stuck talking to him about stuff. BLECH.
I have not ranted on about some certain subject that long in a long time. I feel tired... ugh.
I finished reading Fire by Kristin Cashore and the 4th Percy Jackson book, so now I'm on the 5th... yay!
Oh yeah I wrote another poem...
Love is like a battlefield
Love is like a battlefield
You get hurt,
You get decieved,
You suspect there's a traitor,
And you yourself become the real traitor
Its an achievement if you come out unwounded
And an even bigger miracle if you come out without scars
By Janelle Hern
I'mma go now... bye bye,
Janelle
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