I HATE HATE HATE cell phones. I hate being attached to something waiting and waiting and never getting a fucking answer. I can't stand when it doesn't work. Even after taking it to get worked on. I miss my old phone.
I hate being around my grandmother and her trying to kill me in the car. She is a terrible driver. Some day I will die in the car and she will be the reason. Stupid bitch. And she is always nosy. Always touching me. Always bossing me around.
My cat is meowing.
I hate when i get pushed to the side. I hate when I want to be alone and there is always someone wanting something done. Why can't I get a minute to think?
I hate traffic. And my cat getting on my shelf and knocking stuff off. Why can't my life and my stuff just go untouched by others controlling, greedy, oily hands. And filthy words of gossip and advice. Its always oozing into every pour of my body. Suffocating me. Choking me. I want to get away from this place. Now.
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