me and majano fought last night. & i told him to die. & fuck himself. because, he was well. prodding with a wound that shouldn't be touched. & damn, i was so frustrated with him because he was so mad cause we couldn't chill. i guess it was 'cause we were supposed to fuck, or maybe it was cause i was hanging out with my cousins instead of him but whatever. then he was saying i was bitching about not seeing them. i hate the fact that he acts like all the shit that i tell him is what it is. i mean, it has a certain depth to it. he doesn't fucking get the whole jist of how fucked up my family is. how they look at me like i'm so fucking insignificantly small in the world. he doesn't get that i'm trying so hard not to be a burden and shit to my mom even though i'm completely useless. telling me that "I'm so fucking sorry i don't wait till my mom gets home to bring me food." "Now I'm beginning to understand why your dad yells at you." well, that's why i told him to fuck off. because idc anymore.
you can fucking yell at me, call me a bitch, resent me for shit until the world ends. you can fucking leave. do all that shit just like he did. i don't fucking care anymore. so don't start shit like you know a single thing about me. 'cause you don't.
I already know what a fuck I am, you don't need to tell me again.
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