I don’t know what to say. Mom tried feeding the cat upstairs but ants crawled all over the food. Then dad yelled like a psycho abt it, is now cleaning it up __&&__ looking for the entrance the ants are using to access that area of the house.
The house is very cluttered so this is sort of an ordeal.
Dad sort of verbally abused mom abt her foolishness.
Mother is a silly person.
This all woke me up after 5 hours of sleep, b/c I went to bed at 3 AM.
But I like waking up in the morning, and having a reason to wake up.
My room, of course, is spotless, b/c (bitch) I’m perfect.
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I don’t kow wat ese to sy.
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It’s sort of strange, innit, all the bad advice, all the mistakes others push on you.
Hard to find normal ppl these days.
We live near a church, so the neighborhood is kind of weird.
I (hope?) think? some new neighbors bought the house next door (?) The old neighbors, a British guy and his Asian slut, sorry, concubine (of course), seemed to have sold the house.
Well anyway.
I don’t know. IF ONLY YOU WOULD STOP SQUIRMING AND JUST SIT THERE AND THINK A MINUTE BUT NOO AND WHEN YOU DO IT’S TOO MUCH && THIS IS A REFLECTION OF YOU NOT ME BECAUSE I DON’T EXIST I’M JUST A DISEMBODIED VOICE PROPAGATED BY NOISE POLLUTION AND PSYCOTROPIC DAMAGES.
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What else is there to say?
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I don’t know. I don’t know what to say. Fuck you?
Bitch shit fuck ass nigger thizz ass nigger bitch. Die die die.
Fuck shit ass blow shit fuckass. Blow shit fuckass.
Blow shit fuckass.
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