So Thanksgiving for me has ended. I don't eat one Thanksgiving so I can't go and ask for food. I'm hungry. So like alway's I was put in the old people's table. My eldest sister was at Thanksgiving but her husband wasn't. He has had Nmonia* for more than a month now. Also my other sister's boyfriend only stayed for soup than went to see his family. There was one open seat. stare My cousin and her husband kept trying to get me to sit there. But I wasn't supposed to sit there so why sit there? I could have and I wouldn't act like such a baby anymore. Who friggin' care's about me anyways?? It doesn't matter where I sit I will alway's have no one to talk to. I'll just be sitting there eating the little food I took and not talking. I would bet everything I have and say that my brother doesn't like me. Whatever. I don't care. I don't care about many people. So my Grandmother said that I acted very mature (or something like that) when we were taking her home. How was I acting mature? Because I was quite and dressed in black clothes. Yes black. All black from head to toe. Black nail polish and eye liner. I don't where black often. Everyone reading saying to themselves, that I should just sit at the friggin' children's table and shut up. Well you people don't understand my family. I can't just sit there and not shut up. I probably would start crying. One thing to say to my family SHUT UP AND GO ******** YOURSELVE'S I HATE YOU ALL!!!!
Wicked Tacky · Thu Nov 22, 2007 @ 09:36pm · 0 Comments |