there is so much FUCKED UP SHIT going on in these last few days of my fucking holiday it's just screwed up, holidays don't fucking feel like fucking holidays anymore! fuck, the concert was seriously the best part, now it's just fucked up work and WORK and those people doing their O s this year, SHUT UP cuz i don't think you have anything worth complaining about right now.

i seriously cannot stand this. someone give me a glass of iced water now.
i mean, what the fuck. there's just this limit to projects or assignments that you can't cross; now you've crossed it. i just want to STAY AT HOME and do work, with NOTHING ELSE in my life right now except the outings that i've PREPARED for.

ah, my parents, my parents, my parents. they don't fucking help either. come up to me a couple of days before and say "oh, we've taken off this friday, make sure your schedule's free that day so we can BRING YOU OUT WHAT THE FUCK FIRST YOU DON'T EVEN TELL ME THAT YOU'RE DOING THAT, NOW I HAVE TO CLEAR MY FUCKING SCHEDULE AND JUST SO THAT YOU CAN FUCKING WASTE MY TIME AND TAKE ME OUT? DUDE! ENOUGH ALREADY. I AM BUSY. AND AT LEAST HAVE THE FUCKING COURTESY to tell me more in advance!

my OWN com. that is what i need right now. something of my own. something where i can start organising and putting down stuff and that i can use whenever i want and no FUCKING 12 midnight limit cuz i've crossed it with work and i'm gonna do it again. and STOP FUCKING WAKING ME UP AT 9 just to have breakfast with you. i have a life. i don't wanna be dragged around. work and my own life. keep telling me to be independent? that's right, keep walking away. and don't turn back, except when you REALLY feel something.

it's not my parents' fault. but you get the general idea. WORK.