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Thursday, February 01, 2007

oyes. i have another person to bitch bout. its not good to keep it bottled up. anyway blogs are meant to bitch to other people about the bitches in your lifes yar. ok this person. hmms. she thinks shes all that. always looking down on me. sometimes shes supportive. but thats like SOMTIMES. the rest she totally and completely tramples me. but one day she ll see. i ll be somebody. BIG. see whos looking down on who next. oyar. and everytime i do something shes like all really. you can do meh. like what. im not such a dumb ass you know. i have smarts too. and she totally thinks i have no talent. i hate it when she does that lar. she sees me as this useless person. and even when i try to do something good. shes all whatever. like how would she feel if i whatevered her. damn girl. dont look down on me. ive got as much smarts as you have ok. ok this post isnt that insulting cos shes actually quite a good pal. but somtimes i just cant stand her. AHH. i cant go on anymore. cos i actually like her. soo im gonna change topic. hmms. adults are the biggest hypocrites. the older the worse. theyd keep telling you what to do whats right whats wrong. but then they do the complete opposite. they always say its all for our good. but how would they know whats for our good when they dont even know us. theres a saying like if you dont really know something you shouldnt comment or somthing. well. what do they know about us. i can bet you a hundred bucks parents dont know anything about their children. sure they think they know. but really. what do they know. i can tell you that my parents dont even know what im hooked up on or even my favourite stuff for that matter. they just think they know what we want and enforce it on us. wheres the fairness in that. i give them credit for trying. trying really hard too. and keep saying that 'we were once your age. we know what youre going thru'. but they dont. they dont even know how to communicate with us. and the more they try. the more embarresed we feel. and sometimes when we feel kinda spacey and stuff. and our parents would talk to us and say 'are you listening to me. show some respect' how bout you show us some respect. i can bet that fifty percent of the time when im talking to my parents they dont listen in fact they can carry on talking like im not there. thats why ive given up telling the finer details of my life. i tried. you couldnt care less. not my fault. hms. today my bitch post has lost its bitchiness right. ohman. dont tell me ive lost my touch. NOO. owells. gonna go snooze now. TOTALLY bushed. no energy to bitch anymore. owells. BADS.
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