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angelicmobster8Didn't have to go to Harpy's today. Yay. Though she has a nice view from her new apartment.
Ugh. Cockroach seems to like bragging about her apparently fucked up ovaries. Every chance she gets "Because of my ________ ovaries, I've got this!" I just don't care about anything when it comes to her. She never stops talking. I have had fits from trying to keep her voice out of my head. I have actually looked thoughtfully at a steel baseball bat.
It's passed down from Harpy and Beast, who love competeting over who has it worse. Mar too, sometimes. Like there is some "Worst Body & Spirit Award". I don't care if I should be more sympathetic, I just can not stand her voice. I sometimes cover my ears with my hands, which doesn't work. Her voice cuts through things as if they were butter. Room temperature.
I have never felt so many violent thoughts towards just one person in my life. And now, she might be stalking some guy. Great. I hope the police don't come to our house one night because she's a murder suspect. We don't live in the best neighbourhood, but it's rare that cops actually stop here. I think.
Anyway, of course it's not just the ovaries. It's this guy she's stalking, and a bunch of other stuff she rants and raves non-stop about. I hate this sister of mine. She has made me cry, and scream. I don't swear outside of my head unless she's arguing with me. Just being in the same room with her makes me feel uncomfortable. In grade 11 I think, I got into the habit of taking sleeping pills, so I wouldn't bee up half the night listening to her talk to herself. I don't do that anymore though.
There are so many things that I can't put into words, or are probably too personal to put on here.
I don't know. I didn't mean for this to be a serious post. I was going to stop after the "Worst Body & Spirit Award".
Ugh. Cockroach seems to like bragging about her apparently fucked up ovaries. Every chance she gets "Because of my ________ ovaries, I've got this!" I just don't care about anything when it comes to her. She never stops talking. I have had fits from trying to keep her voice out of my head. I have actually looked thoughtfully at a steel baseball bat.
It's passed down from Harpy and Beast, who love competeting over who has it worse. Mar too, sometimes. Like there is some "Worst Body & Spirit Award". I don't care if I should be more sympathetic, I just can not stand her voice. I sometimes cover my ears with my hands, which doesn't work. Her voice cuts through things as if they were butter. Room temperature.
I have never felt so many violent thoughts towards just one person in my life. And now, she might be stalking some guy. Great. I hope the police don't come to our house one night because she's a murder suspect. We don't live in the best neighbourhood, but it's rare that cops actually stop here. I think.
Anyway, of course it's not just the ovaries. It's this guy she's stalking, and a bunch of other stuff she rants and raves non-stop about. I hate this sister of mine. She has made me cry, and scream. I don't swear outside of my head unless she's arguing with me. Just being in the same room with her makes me feel uncomfortable. In grade 11 I think, I got into the habit of taking sleeping pills, so I wouldn't bee up half the night listening to her talk to herself. I don't do that anymore though.
There are so many things that I can't put into words, or are probably too personal to put on here.
I don't know. I didn't mean for this to be a serious post. I was going to stop after the "Worst Body & Spirit Award".
