xmas

im really angry, i had a fucked up night and could hardly fucking sleep because everything was sore everywhere.
i did have some dreams though. that i was kurt cobain and i was depressed, my rugby team were coming to get me because wherever i was moping was flooding and i would die if i stayed there. um yeah its weird but it was cool, i remembered more of it this morning but forgotten now.
that made me happy but then i was angry again because of the sleep. i woke up with the most retarded hair ever. i would post a picture but its way too embarrassing.
remembered it was christmas and got kinda angry cause everyone else is sposed to come over and theyre all going to be happy and im in a mood.
i went out to use the internet and mum made us all open presents.

i was still angry and mum started having a go at me calling me an ungrateful little cow and all this other shit. about how the last 2 weeks shes done nothing but help me and gets it all thrown back in her face? thats shit. shes refused to do anything. and fucking calm down all ive done is be in a mood this morning. so fuck you.

then in this card from greg, its printouts of him having ordered me an L7 tshirt and a Bikini Kill tshirt, which did actually make me really happy and start smiling, mum looked at the bits of paper and asked what they meant, i explained to her with a tone of "you are a retard and im annoyed at having to answer your stupid question" kind of way. then she got all angry again and started harping on more.

so now im back to angry that i woke up with and unless i get drunk im probably going to stay that way the rest of the day.

i started to get dressed and mum had an aggro because of my stockings. they are bright green and have holes through them, she asked if i was sposed to be some sort of elf, then told me that i had to wear "pretty clothes"
FUCK YOU
telling me how to dress.
im not 5, im not taking that shit anymore, fucker.

fuck christmas. bring on the fucking booze.