I know everything I've said in my blog, that seemed to have an emotional effect on me has been obscure, so hard to understand, and thus, no one willing to read after the first few lines. But this time it's not. The Bitch and I planned my birthday cause my birthday's next week, and we thought out everything already when SUDDENLY, my fucking mum just says NO to my birthday because I don't pack me room. Because APPARENTLY, I have to CLEAN UP AFTER MY HUSBAND next time cause she wants me to LEARN now, how to TAKE CARE OF MY MAN. Do you seriously fucking think that I'd be thinking of a husband right now ? I'm having a fucking sweet fucking sixteen. I don't need to even try and THINK of a husband because at this point I don't fucking WANT one!!!! I want to have fun! Shop! Drink! Anything other than to be kept at home and not going to my own birthday because my mum said NO, cause I need to think of a husband.
Well, fuck you, you son of a bitch.
Cause all hell's gonna break loose on your saggy face full of holes.
Well, fuck you, you son of a bitch.
Cause all hell's gonna break loose on your saggy face full of holes.
And you're not even going to find out.
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