Help me my birthday is tommorow
Help me my birthday is tommorow
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It's time for me to be a little honest here. My favorite songs are DNA (Lia Marie Johnson) and To My Parents. Why? Because I can relate. During school, I deal with bullies. You know, the usual, am I too fat? Too much acne? The things I watch, wear. Like. Who my friends are. I'm bullied by classmates, older kids, younger kids. Teachers, but very rarely. And then I go home everyday, hoping and praying I don't get slapped or thrown against a wall, because almost every day after work my dad is stressed and angry. He yells for no reason, I ask for help on homework or a school project, doesn't help, just yells. The other day my parents made fun of my body. What kind of fucking parents would do that? Thy got mad asking why I didn't take care of myself. Why? Well isn't it plain obvious. I'm looking at why. Because if you can hate your child, or children, that much. Why the hell should you have any? We'll be driving or in the car, I never put on my seatbelt because if we get in a wreck, then I'll probably fly out a window and hasta la later cruel world. Or we'll be walking in a mall or a heavily populated place, and I want to get lost or taken away. I wear plain t shirts and dresses instead of my Marvel, Voltron, Lion King t-shirts because it's gonna lead to more bullying. It always does. I've talked back and defended myself, but in ways that makes me as bad as they are. So I keep letting them do it to the point where, as a very badass green eyed hunter once said, I'm past saving. Now I'm not pity partying myself or anything. I just really needed to rant and get that off my chest.
CrAp mY BirThDaY Is iN EiGht DaYS
Onward my wayward ass goes to Hot Topic(al)
Could the Winchester's please report to my backyard, we're cleaning the house and have thrown out salt, iron nails, wooden stakes, and more.
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MKAY I REALISED I HAVE A TENDENCY TO SAY "Y'ALL" A LOT I KNOW I LIVE IN OKLAHOMA BUT I'M NOT EVEN TRYING TO STEREOTYPE OR JSNDNDNDMDNNXNDNDNNDBD ITS JUST A HABIT
HAPPY SECOND BIRTHDAY TO MY PRECIOUS BBY LEO! SUCH A BIG KITTEN NOW!!! I LOVE YOU!
Okay okay. So storytime... (This happened awhile ago but idc tbh) I was playing tug of war with my brother, and he's all bragging and determined to win okay. So he rubd his hands together and I crack my knuckles and my grandpa holds the rope in place and then let's go, now I'm three years older than him and weigh 130-150 pounds so I grab it and yank the rope and he goes flying forwards and my grandma is over there on her porch swing dying laughing and my brother is whining saying it's unfair, so she goes and grabs the back of it, my brother in the middle and my sister up front, and again my grandpa holds the rope and let's go, and in only a few seconds I plant my feet in the ground and all three, ALL THREE, of them go flying. And my grandma gets up and yells "YOU ARE A MOOSE!" while laughing and I give the blankest stare because she didn't know what I knew what she'd referenced to, and I just... I'm now called the moose by 99.9% of my family.
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