I don’t want to talk to you. I’m using you for the shelter and occasional food. I’ll be gone as soon as I can and I’ll never call you back ever again and you’ll never know where your daughter went and I’ll laugh about it. I don’t care about family. Just because you birthed my god-forsaken life does not mean I love you. I hate that. I hate family. I don’t understand this ridiculous automatic love process. I don’t get along with you, you don’t know who I am, dad beat the shit out of me once or twice and mom stood by and watched like a cunt. My family are the people that I care about and that care about me. I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU.
I am having the hardest time of my life right now, and all you insist on is attempting to make it worse for me in any way you can because you don’t understand that I’d like to be left alone in my current situation and I’d like to try and work my life out. Oh no, you want to get involved or some shit because you think it’s your business because I’m your daughter and I live here. I WOULDN’T BE IF I DIDN’T HAVE TO. How many times have I said this to you?
I hope they kick me out, that way I can at least attempt a shot at happiness. Being locked up in this tiny room, scared to eat, scared to even approach the bathroom across the hall is ruining me. I’ve had enough of this. 20 years of this shit is 20 years too much.
“Jack laid awake beside her, having woken up from his nap after making breakfast. She was like a portrait. Surely no one slept so beautifully without being posed by some eager, amorous painter. The sunlight slowly crept up her pale body, clinging to her chest and neck. Jack awaited the moment when it filled her eyes with gentle light to wake her, and when she would look at him with that sleepy curiosity, and fill his own eyes with the light of her bright blue orbs.”—
are a bunch of unrelentingly and thunderously retarded wonderfucks who should be tediously and meticulously raped in tiny stabwounds with broken parts of Great White shark jaw.
Have you heard? Anon has finally targeted them.
I have and im skeptical about it. It would be a fantastic idea and i would be on the first train out there to blow up every one of them on easter sunday if it werent for one thing. Read this: http://kanewj.com/wbc/
That’s probably all true. But, I’m a little skeptical of it. The person telling the story is too conspiracy theorist for me, and not enough facts. “How do I know that Fred Phelps is suing people? I can tell you I just have too much experience around him.” If he KNOWS that Fred is suing people, where is that information? You can look up any lawsuit you want, that’s why they’re given names. Lawsuits are not private matters— they are very public and easy to look up. I wouldn’t put it past them, but someone would come out and say something, I’m sure.
I had a dream last night where I was protesting this bank, right?
It was in Chicago and the biggest bank in the world just went under. And then the police started shooting at us and gathering us into this Mall or something and we were all screaming and I went up to one of the cops and said, “I’m gonna grab your junk! I’m gonna grab your junk!” And he started laughing and the police made friends with the protesters. And then it switches to a little girl who gets angry at her dad and runs away and she ends up in the ghetto, where a black guy, a hispanic guy, and an asian guy all take her into their house and they’re really nice to her and make bros with her until she can find her dad. At first she was a little afraid (Becasue her dad is a white weiner or whatever and is terrified of the ghetto and the people that live there), but after she realized they were cool guys, she just hung around and had a grand old time and they played Xbox and just did kid stuff. The dad finds her later and is really shocked and scared that she ended up in this hood or whatever and thinks bad things probably happened to her, but when he finds out that “Mr. Dino (the black dude)” is such a caring dude toward his daughter, he finds new hope in humanity.
I’m not exactly a fan of gaga, but some people need to stop getting offended by lyrics when they clearly weren’t meant to be offensive. It’s pathetic to see how sensitive people are these days,
GET OVER YOURSELVES, it’s just a fucking song.
The idea of it is flying past their heads. Nobody wants to use critical thinking anymore. Everything those people are doing is simply existing and reacting to random stimuli. What are we? Insects? Nobody wants to use their brains for once.