I just want to start off by saying, Merry Christmas to all who is reading this entry.
My Mom is still yelling at my Dad for not hearing her and doing stupid things. Every time she yells, I find something sharp and slit my wrists. I did twice last week and it looks like a vampire from "Twilight" bit it. Ahwell, it only happends when she doesn't smoke for a very long period of time. It feels like my Mother is a freaking Drill Seargent.
Every time she coughs, it sounds like she is going to throw up just by the expression my Mom has on her face. I just hate it when she does that. Plus the poor soul does it in her sleep.
Like I've said before, who would love a freakin Drill Seargent? I know I wouldn't want one for a mother.
By the way, my 21st birthday is comming up here soon. It's three days after Christmas (December 28th is the big day). Whoever is reading this entry, you can throw a party for me if you want. Just remember I will be 21. I don't care if it's a suprise party. Some of yinz know where I live.
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