I'm done having the same discussions with my mom and I'm done having car trouble. I'm truly and really done! I'm done having bad days, I'm done having to feel bad every time I stand up for myself. I'm done putting up with my brother. I'm done whining, I'm done feeling bad. I'm simply just done!
Jeremy's bike fell on my leg an d bruised the whole thing. I had a restless night and to top it off I had a nightmare. Usually, I don't have dream and when I do they don't make any sense what so ever. In my nightmare, my parents tricked me into marrying Issac and I didn't realise it until my whole life was slipping away from me. Suddenly I was married, then I had responsibilities of a married young lady. I couldn't study anymore, I had other obligations and the freaking nightmare was so real. Whenever I have a nightmare it effects my day, technically I have a very bad day.
I was late to class, stupid bro Orson decided to tag along. First he went for his infamous showers and then he decided he wanted a full breakfast. So my dear mother made him one and then he packed up all his belongings - he has more accessories than me and my sister combined together. By the time I got on the 118 it was 12, my class begins at 12:10. The freeway was empty and I speed through and behind me a cop comes up. Of-course I freak out and I plan to pull over and my genius bro says no its not for you. Then the cop puts on his siren and pulls me over and hands me citation.
I felt so upset, after I got the citation I burst into tears. My brother's response is "shut up." I felt so upset and for once in his life instead of consoling me, he tells me to shut up. When we pull up in school I tell him to hurry out of the car, I was alread 30 mins late to class but he decides to sit in the car and text! Some girl starts walking by and he decides to further slow his journey out of the car. I snapped and yelled at him, I have never ever caused a scene in public. I called him a bitch and his response was "Don't talk to me like that." Like I care some girl is watching him. The he cussed me out, too. What a beautiful morning that was!
Now I have a court date, that qualifies as a date - got No.4 out of the way.
Jeremy's bike fell on my leg an d bruised the whole thing. I had a restless night and to top it off I had a nightmare. Usually, I don't have dream and when I do they don't make any sense what so ever. In my nightmare, my parents tricked me into marrying Issac and I didn't realise it until my whole life was slipping away from me. Suddenly I was married, then I had responsibilities of a married young lady. I couldn't study anymore, I had other obligations and the freaking nightmare was so real. Whenever I have a nightmare it effects my day, technically I have a very bad day.
I was late to class, stupid bro Orson decided to tag along. First he went for his infamous showers and then he decided he wanted a full breakfast. So my dear mother made him one and then he packed up all his belongings - he has more accessories than me and my sister combined together. By the time I got on the 118 it was 12, my class begins at 12:10. The freeway was empty and I speed through and behind me a cop comes up. Of-course I freak out and I plan to pull over and my genius bro says no its not for you. Then the cop puts on his siren and pulls me over and hands me citation.
I felt so upset, after I got the citation I burst into tears. My brother's response is "shut up." I felt so upset and for once in his life instead of consoling me, he tells me to shut up. When we pull up in school I tell him to hurry out of the car, I was alread 30 mins late to class but he decides to sit in the car and text! Some girl starts walking by and he decides to further slow his journey out of the car. I snapped and yelled at him, I have never ever caused a scene in public. I called him a bitch and his response was "Don't talk to me like that." Like I care some girl is watching him. The he cussed me out, too. What a beautiful morning that was!
Now I have a court date, that qualifies as a date - got No.4 out of the way.
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