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Une fille comme moi
Je t'aime plus que hier, moins que demain ♥
Welcome to the blog of a 17yearoldgirl, where she posts her mindless musings and ramifications.
This is extremely private;
cos this is where she dreams, sleeps and cries.
She lives. 		"We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences.
but our innocence goes awfully deep,
and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all,
and our horrid inner secret is that
we don’t care that we don’t."
Home? It's only a house.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008, 9:52 PM
This post is coded, meaning that it's personal, meaning that you probably shouldn't attempt to decode it and read it. 
The following people, are however allowed to read it: Melly, Adeline and Jean.

I'm so sick of my mother. She is a selfish, heartless and bitchy to her family. I bet she treats strangers even better than the way she treats me and my dad. So she's in a bad mood. But being in a bad mood does not entitle her to come and go and trample on people close to her as she please. It does not excuse treating people without respect. 

Today when she came home, I expected her to go straight to her room and watch tv dramas online again. But no, she had to make my life even more miserable before she watches her daily dramas. She blamed me for not being able to find a job, not going for the CottonOn interview (it wasn't even like I can get that job even if I do go for the interview), not making full use of my life, not buying SAT related material to read, not going to buy JC related accessment books and other kind of disgustingly unrelated things. And when I accidentally took out a wrong container to store the leftovers, she screamed at me and mockingly asked me whether I knew what a container was. Who is she to treat me like shit? I have done nothing wrong but seat at home and read fiction books and surf the net. Wtf. If she expects me to hang on to her every word and carry them out exactly the way she wants it, she's going to pay big time.

I'm just not some ragdoll that she can boss around and use her authority as a parent to her selfish advantages. I'm somebody with feelings and legitimate reason to hate her. No matter how bad her mood is, I do not deserve to be trampled on and later ignored whenever she felt like it. I am not her personal servant who is obliged to carry out her commands. 
Fuck her. She's the one ruining everything and driving everyone insane in this family. 

I am so sick of everything she does I just wish that she'll just lock herself up in her room forever. What a hell lot of a mother.