  i fucking hate paul...errr jeff. it is fucking bad enough he is here for what the 7th night in a row.. but his fucking snoring is keeping me up AGAIN and they fucking smoochy cuddle downstairs leaving me in here AGAIN and he fucking picks fights with me when leahs back is turned.... i could FUCKING punch him.
i think i like paul more. paul was considerate to me. and kara CARED and NOTICED what we thought. clean, bitch. and quit complaining. "i need a job. i found a job and i hate it and i dont wanna go. uhh having to be at work when they say so is hard. my life is so much harder than anyone elses. i need a job. whatever i dont care if you guys do too. what about ME? its all about me! i was going to clean this and vacuum that and on and on but i took a nap. i have to sleep 18 hours a day so i can have loud sex with my asshole boyfriend who never leaves.
why cant all the relatives sending me money send it at once. i cant afford this and this and this. look at the ugly shoes i bought. and these. and these. and these. " reality is going to be a bitch, my friend. i feel better. and i miss you. 
