WHAT THE FUCK. I'M SO FUCKING PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW. I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE. I HAVE SO MUCH HATE IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW IT'S FUCKING RIDICULOUS. Like seriously?! Who are you to fucking get up all in my fucking business and question all these pictures of girls on my tumblr?! "Oh who's that?" Like the hell?! Who the fuck knows?! Why are you questioning me?! Do you think it's "another woman" or some shit?! You're pissing me off! "Jess ask your friends if they have an extra room to live in, we're moving." "Don't get mad at me for divorcing your dad." FUCK YOU. Shut the fuck up you fucking lying piece of ass. I'm tired of your shit. Do what you want to fucking do. Think about what you're doing. Don't ask my fucking approval. Or ask me not to get mad. I've been waiting for YEARS for you to get the balls to divorce him, have you done it? NO. So stop your fucking bullshit and your lies. If you want a divorce fuckin do it! Stop talking your bullshit and doing nothing about it. ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS you fucking dumbass! UGHHHH. I'm so mad. "Jenny, Liz, Susan.." Like where the fuck do you get these names?! Really?! I thought everything was going well after being together those 3 days! I thought you guys talked it out and were good and you guys proved me wrong. I'm so dissappointed. I wish I had different parents. I'm really tired of you guys putting me through this. I'm always paranoid and traumatized. I don't sleep that well at night anymore because I'm scared he's going to hurt you. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of feeling like I have to babysit my own mom. Or protect you. Why do you lie? Why do you believe your own lies? Why do you make these illogical assumptions and get all up in everyone's business? Why don't you trust anyone? WHY ARE YOU THE WAY YOU ARE? I feel like I don't even know my mom. I don't even know why she's crazy. I want to put her in some sort of mental institute because she's literally CRAZY. Who the hell believes their own lies? Who makes up imaginary shit and believes it? SHE DOES. Fuckin psycho ass. "Don't leave me Jess when you get a job. I need you." Don't tell me what to do. Whether I leave or not isn't your decision to make, it's MINE. So don't tell me what to fucking do. You always have to speak for me, no matter what the fuck it is. Let me choose how I want to live my life. You already fucked up your life, i'm not making your fucking mistakes.