Sometimes, you just need to get everything out, even if no one else ever hear's it.

So, my mom has been working late for these past few months, and it's really starting to get me mad. I'm not mad at her, but the fact that her manager is making her have longer hours. This month is november, which is really crucial, with the College App's and all, is really weighing on me. We all eat dinner at 8 or nine now, and I can't fall alseep with food in my stomach.

I hate that my brother got a new car, on top of that, it was a Mercedes, and I'm stuck with a ten year old honda. And he doesn't even need a new car, he just stays home all day with his girlfriend, while they do some dirty stuff.

I hate that as hard as I try in my classes, I'm never able to get an A for any of my AP classes, and I feel like I want to stab something whenever I see that C or B on my computer monitor.

I hate that I'm such a big fucking procrastinator, I'm cramming four hundred pages of SAT info into one month.

I hate that my little sister is growing up. I miss when she was a child, and actually enjoyed riding a bicycle.

I hate, that I the things I hate can all be changed, with minor adjustments.