me is go do this tho me do not want too. i is in a not care ing boat. think more of it is me is tired, an mad, an a bit hurt.
monday me wake up an i was real sick. me mean, me fever was 107.2, an me will save you from rest. me go into coma later that day. i woke up yesterday morning just to find out that while me was out them had done another surgery. the coma had save my life an the surgery had help. it was small one.
me spent most day sleep ing yesterday. i is still tired so me has be nap lots. me has be stay off me laptop for most part.
me is real frustrate by my family. or more by what is go on wit them. persons will tell me not to worry, but them is me family.
there is on one car between me aunt, me dad, an i. an it would be me car. me dad's engine is have a serious problem. me car is die soon after started an the shock mount is come loose. so me car is go be on car between 3 persons for the whole winter. this sucks. means me can no go out town on me own, an once me get home me will be run round for everyone do every thing.
me sister is causing all sorts trouble for me whole family. an me brothers are not help. i keep tell me sibs that them has to stop this bs drama of thems. our dad is o most 60 an he can not take the stress that them cause. them do not care. them are assholes. i can say that because me know it to be true. just say.
me is hope me get more hours. which mean me will no be able to go out town much but me need the money to save up.
me is think me is set me self up for failure. hope too BIG. may be me granma is right. washington is probably another empty dream. me no want it to be but it seems like it. me has so many fears bout go there an about not. i can not help it.
i feel like that once me get out here that me will just end up back in here.
me wonder lot, what is me life on earth pose to be. so me has start that story and it is base round death.
me pray lot. to who ever god may be. an me tell this god that me is frustrate wit this whole mess of a life.
death is but the final destination of every single soul that enters this life. from the minute we are born we work toward death. think bout it.
monday me wake up an i was real sick. me mean, me fever was 107.2, an me will save you from rest. me go into coma later that day. i woke up yesterday morning just to find out that while me was out them had done another surgery. the coma had save my life an the surgery had help. it was small one.
me spent most day sleep ing yesterday. i is still tired so me has be nap lots. me has be stay off me laptop for most part.
me is real frustrate by my family. or more by what is go on wit them. persons will tell me not to worry, but them is me family.
there is on one car between me aunt, me dad, an i. an it would be me car. me dad's engine is have a serious problem. me car is die soon after started an the shock mount is come loose. so me car is go be on car between 3 persons for the whole winter. this sucks. means me can no go out town on me own, an once me get home me will be run round for everyone do every thing.
me sister is causing all sorts trouble for me whole family. an me brothers are not help. i keep tell me sibs that them has to stop this bs drama of thems. our dad is o most 60 an he can not take the stress that them cause. them do not care. them are assholes. i can say that because me know it to be true. just say.
me is hope me get more hours. which mean me will no be able to go out town much but me need the money to save up.
me is think me is set me self up for failure. hope too BIG. may be me granma is right. washington is probably another empty dream. me no want it to be but it seems like it. me has so many fears bout go there an about not. i can not help it.
i feel like that once me get out here that me will just end up back in here.
me wonder lot, what is me life on earth pose to be. so me has start that story and it is base round death.
me pray lot. to who ever god may be. an me tell this god that me is frustrate wit this whole mess of a life.
death is but the final destination of every single soul that enters this life. from the minute we are born we work toward death. think bout it.
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