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How the fuck has my summer managed to be so shit? I figured at the start of June 'oh hell yeah, I get to go back home, work for the same company, but in the town where I'm from, and all my best mates are from,how could this ever be anything but amazing?'

Of course the world just doesn't want that to be the case. I get back from two years straight in Scotland, and start arguing with the family straight away, the mates are all in relationships and shit, so no one's ever about, the restaurant is shocking, and three months later, with one week before I go back to Scotland for one more year, all I have to show for it is a shirt from seeing Blink182. Granted the show was epic but it was ruined as a holiday by one person bitching and bitching and bitching, it was fucking pathetic.

I've spent the week since we got back ill, and now I'll spend most of this week working, so won't even get to say a decent goodbye to anyone because I'm skint anyway. Oh well, fuck it, it's just one year left I suppose, then I can consider myself a real adult and all these problems will pail into insignificance. Goddam it's gonna be hard eh.....

Why is my mom such a sack of shit about absolutely nothing? She asks me to type something out for her so that she can have a copy, and so I do it. As I'm doing it, she walks into the room and says "So where is it?" I point at the screen and say "I'm in the middle of doing it." She says, "So print it." I respond, "I just said I was in the middle of doing it." "Are you doing it?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" And then she points her finger less than two inches away from my face and says "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT HOW YOU TALK TO ME?" I raise my arm to move her finger away from my personal space and she slaps me on the arm and tells me she's sick of my attitude.

I don't think I'm the one with the attitude problem you sack of shit.

Dear self conceited emo bitch,

Why don't you try and be a fucking individual for once? You're getting the same exact hair as me? Wow...isn't that just GREAT?!?!? You're also getting a Japanese room. I told you about Japan, I liked it first, and you only like it because you try and make me mad. I don't care if you're moving into your basement. That's where your creepy ass dad watches football and masturbates to women with bushy vaginas (tell your dad to stop leaving his pornos out). You try and act so uber cool because you cut yourself with plastic scissors and just drank 3 red bulls. I told you drinking too much red bull is bad for you, "Nuh-uh, it just makes you hyper and happy." Um, no. You go ahead and keep drinking that shit and I'll wait until you develop kidney problems, bitch. If I could freeze time and smack you in the face, believe me, I would. All you listen to is screamo and emo. Next time you play fucking Alesana on your iHome I will throw it at the wall. And remember the day you said you were going to get a dog? And you said it was going to be a small dog? Wow... I still laugh to this day about how stupid that statement was. You have a fucking 150 pound lab that jumps on me and scratches me every time I walk into your house. I have to laugh and act like I don't mind when I feel like beating the shit out of it. I have a huge scratch on my back now. Way to "train" your dog, ya dumb shit. GO RAPE YOURSELF IN A CORNER!!!!!!!

Fuck you!!!,
Haley

You are idiots. There’s a huge group of us, and you’d think that ONE person would be able to make a decision and stick to it. I’m not the most decisive person in the world, but it drives me INSANE. So when one of us proposes an idea for a get-together, after initial chatter, not one plan gets made. So I’ll suggest a date/time/place, and then it’s either: A) no one responds back and nothing productive happens, B) Two or so people in the group can’t make it, so everyone gets all angry at the thought of ‘going on’ without them and we’re back to square one, rescheduling, or C) we actually make the plans, but half of them back out last-minute. I offer my home as a place to hang out, I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS drive. I try so hard to help things work out, and they always crash and burn! Why can’t you make it easy on me and tell me what exactly it is you want to do? I’m not your personal assistants; I'm not your mothers. It isn’t my job to make sure every one of you gets there way every time.

We’re not the Brady Bunch, here, people! It’s okay if we don’t ALL get together EVERY SINGLE TIME we propose something interesting to do. And the best thing? Is when a few you actually dare to get angry, saying that “our group is too indecisive.” Look in the mirror!! YOU are a part of the problem! Just stop sitting idly, speak your mind, and stick to your guns! Plan everything your ****ing selves, then, and STOP leaving me to be the one calling the never-ever-successful shots. DECIDE FOR YOURSELVES AND STOP YOUR WHINING.