Well this sucks
I am packing to head out to Austin in about an hour
and I can’t find my ipod so I go searching around to find it (Which i still can’t fucking find!!!) and in doing so I find my Diary.
Oh my dad’s bedside table
My dad wasn’t reading it, my sister (Who is always in his room) must of taken it and read it.
There isn’t anything too incriminating in there, but it is my diary. Seriously.
How could you start doing this to me, again!
I thought, “hmm, I’ll have a private place to vent all my private thoughts and feelings so I won’t bottle them up anymore and maybe that would help my depression and what not.”
Then she had to ruffling through stuff and fucking read it.
No.
I don’t ever read your fucking diary or journal or whatever you want to keep private. What right do you think you have to read mine?!
I am just so pissed that my personal space has been breached.
Back the fuck off.
Don’t read my shit.
I mean unless I give you permission, then don’t even try.
I am very territorial and I will fight back.
I just get so easily pissed the fuck off with my sister
AND I DON’T HAVE ANY FUCKING MUSIC TO FUCKING CALM THE FUCK DOWN.
