I will never understand how people think they’ll be able to keep their second kid, after they lost custody of their first.

A girl I know just announced she’s pregnant, but she went to jail and rehab, lost custody of the kid, and still doesn’t have custody however much time later, yet she’s having another one.

Like, if you don’t have your first kid, you’re clearly doing something wrong.

Logic? Where is it?

My future brother in law and his girlfriend haven’t really been hanging out the past week. I am PRAYING this is the official end of their relationship.

It sounds so wrong of me, but you don’t even understand the half of it. My future brother in law cheated on his ex with this tramp. Not only that, but she gave him an STD, because in the beginning of their relationship, she cheated on him!

She’s dirty and disgusting and I have ZERO respect for her and she has none for me, which I could give a shit less about. I just want her out of this family. NOW.

If I dream about weed one more night, and I wake up without it again, I’m going to lose my shit.

Definitely disgusted right now.

My younger sister couldn’t remember my birthday this year.

However, she writes this on one of her friend’s facebook walls:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GORGEOUS SISTER WHO I LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD♥ CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ARE 17!!!!!!!!♥”

What the fuck is that? I’m the sister who stuck by you, even though I shouldn’t have. I’m still making an effort to talk to you, when I clearly shouldn’t. Yet I get shit, and your friend who clearly is more of a sister to you than I am is getting the happy birthdays and the I love yous that I deserve.

Fuck you, you disgusting waste of sperm and egg. I HAVE NO SISTER.

My dad and grandparents are a serious waste of my time.

*sigh*

I wish I had weed.

Seriously.

Sometimes, I wish Stian would just SHUT UP.

He does stuff that pisses me off, listens to music that drives me nuts, etc….and what do I do? I SHUT THE FUCK UP BECAUSE I AM A NICE PERSON.

The SECOND I do something he doesn’t like, he has a comment about it. So often, I find myself just wanting to yell “fuck offfff.” But I don’t want to cause yet another unnecessary fight, so I shut up and just deal with it. I have no other choice.

Instead of bitching and whining and making unnecessary comments that are rude and obnoxious, and shoving his opinions down my throat, he could even tell me or ask me nicely. I could deal with that. But he doesn’t.

And then he wonders why I throw my aggressive negativity at him. LKDSFHADGKJÄASGASÖKLG’ÖGKAFÄJJGÖ0LG.

There is a show over here with this super insensitive title, but I laugh everytime I hear it.

When translated to English, it’s called “Darling, You’ve Become A Fatty” and it’s always one person who is super healthy and buff and whatnot, and their partner is a chubby, food loving person, and the health nut is trying to help the chubby person lose weight.

But like…the title is so mean! How could someone put their boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife on the show knowing the title?! I would have beat Stian senseless!

I am so fucking cranky right now.

Sometimes, I wish I could be alone, just for a few hours, just to have me time :/

Everything that is going on in this house right now is pissing me off, including Stian’s typing and whatever the fuck else he’s doing that’s noisy and obnoxious >_<

Stian and I just took a 45 minute walk around the neighborhood and marina. There is so much around here we didn’t know about. Like, there is an old war fort down the road, and the original cannons are still on the property, and we got to look at the little islands down at the marina, and see hares and all this other wildlife you don’t get to see during the day. It’s really beautiful here.

But now it’s now 6:00am and I think I need a nap.

My mom was spelling a word for my brother just now, and my brother thought she said F when she said X.

When he goes okay “F” and she goes “No, X….like in exam”

REALLY MOM?!

I feel like a puzzle with a missing piece.

:/

I think I need to stop following a ton of the food blogs I follow.

At first, they were helping with supressing my appetite, but now as I am getting more and more homesick, they are doing more and more damage than good, and I am tired of being chubby.

I miss the old me. The skinny mini me.

Starting tomorrow, I am dieting and exercising like no tomorrow.

My grandparents cannot see me like this when they come to visit. I can’t handle them mocking me, and going home and telling everyone I have gotten fat. I really can’t…