that my grandmother would shut her goddamned pie-hole about my lifestyle. because i don't choose her life, her beliefs, her religion, her taste in men, her future that she has planned out for me since the very first moment i was plopped on her doorstep, i am an ungrateful bitch?
i don't want to get confirmed. i don't want her religion shoved into my life any more than it has been, after thirteen damn years of catholic school. i want to get my degree, become a teacher, and move the f*ck out of this country and as far away from her and everything that has been touched by her as i possibly can. i don't think i can stand this freakin' place for another four years.
if she talks shit about him one more damn time, i swear to god- i'm not going to take her crap anymore.
it irritates me that more men aren't like bender from the breakfast club.
if i could stop living, i think i would.
my doctor says that i may be a danger to myself and others, that i suffer from chronic depression, and that i have bi-polar tendencies. my stress level is high. i wouldn't be surprised if i have a stroke one of these days, and more likely sooner than later. i haven't attacked someone in nearly six years.
i just finished watching 'enter the dragon' and realized that bruce lee is my ideal for the male body. oh god, lanky, corded, whip-fast muscle as opposed to beefy. yummm...
shit, it's getting late.