It’s my fucking money
Wednesday 15th September, 2010 - 4:33pm with 1 comment
Stop. Calling. Me. “Fucking stupid”.
You are. You are. Yes, you are. Describe yourself in two words, the hell I’d be glad to put those words into a proper structured sentence. With a subject, and a “fucking predicate”.
It’s always about the fucking money. Just because you don’t care, and you don’t know shit, and you don’t bother looking at what I do or helping me out with anything, doesn’t mean you have the right to say, “You can’t even do anything yourself”, “You’re fucking stupid”, “That’s a lot of money”.
Who fucking cares if it’s a lot of money. It’s my fucking money, not yours. I earned it. I lost it, it was my fault. Just because the government is so stupid and I made a mistake — I accepted that mistake. I gladly accepted it, I have learned from my actions, and to me, $50 isn’t a fucking lot. You want me to get it back? How about I shove it in your mouth so you can shut the fuck up and stop calling me “fucking stupid”.
I don’t give a flying ballsack about money I could earn again, it’s no big fucking deal. Stop trying to explain to me how to do things and tell me why you’re trying to do this. I know why. It’s clearly just about the fucking money. You don’t give a rat’s ass about my welfare or about my honesty or about the way I feel towards things. Yeah, maybe I’m forgetful and indecisive and I’ve gotten into trouble. Be glad I don’t get fucking angry over that.
You just wanna be fuckin’ hostile.
Posted on: Wednesday, September 15th, 2010 at 4:33 pm
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Dorine
Wednesday 15th September, 2010 at 5:16 pm
I haven’t seen you in a long time, Georgina.
Whoops. Who was that? Mistakes can be made up for anyway – and well, it’s good to learn from your mistakes, and since you lost it, who cares? Like, “It’s fucking hell not your problem.”, right?
My family are middle-class, but my parents always tell me and my brothers not to waste money. The good thing is, they are no longer telling us that time and time again because they trust us which I am happy. Of course, I am not meaning that the person who you are referring to does not trust you.
I’m forgetful and indecisive as well :S I can’t decide if I want to eat rice or noodles at times too, and I forget chores that my mother asks me to do. But surprise, surprise. I always remember when it’s Saturday and Sunday because I can use the computer.
Should I end this comment or should I not? I guess I should.
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