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2009-02-14 11:40 PM when will i learn never take on someone who has a teenager in their house...
let's see, i was talking about mrsa which is a big issue with, nowadays, anyone who enters a hospital apparently, marrisa is close to mrsa (pronounced "merca" so well...)she thought i was talking about her. i was accused of never liking her. let's not go into the issues the girl has...won't do it. just to say that she thought a discussion on mrsa was about her, marrissa...she took mrsa for marrissa... seriously? i don't need this shit. and this shit is about to end. cause i can't take it anymore, won't take it anymore. didn't sign up for this and won't sign up for this. ain't gonna do it. of course, that's what she hopes for...heh, she wins. cause i ain't gonna do it. i extended myself to her, but yeah, just didn't matter, even when i took her side...just didn't matter. i hate her. that's what she thinks and as we always say...be careful what you wish for, cause it may just come true. i should have learned my lesson from Carole, who i gave myself to, trying to talk to her, trying to be her mother...she didn't want me as her mother, she wanted her mother as her mother, yet, even when i was the mother she she never had, wasn't good enough, i was left to be just "laurie" who wasn't her mother... even when z and m wouldn't talk to her....in the end....i talked to her when they wouldn't....her brother wanted to turn her in for a reward...i didn't, tried to talk him out of it...yet she didn't have a problem fucking me over so much so that the one person who continued to initially talk to her is now the last person she talks to. wonder how marrisa's daddy will take to that? well, only time will tell. so far not so good, he's taking her side. apparently, i just don't understand...so far it ain't looking good...i'm still the one who don't know anything...somehow, daddy will fall on her side (as he already has, much to the disappointment of the one child that always cares...yet marrisa has already showed that she only cares for herself...and always will...much to the detriment of her older siblings.) and i'll just be the stupid bitch out (we always are) seriously, don't need this shit. i don't need anyone's shit. this is why i hate valentine's day. it's bullshit. i'm done. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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