Hungry and Pissed

Just spent the last three hours of doing homework. And I'm starving because it's been more than seven hours since I've eaten anything. Apparently my family doesn't believe in feeding us.

But whatever. I'm getting fat anyways. A little less food can only help.

I really hate Claremont. It's miserable. It's uninspiring. It was fucking 87 degrees when I drove home from school and it's the middle of freaking NOVEMEBER! Southern California is on fire. I can't breathe the air because it's full of ashes.

I had a breakdown Saturday night. Sunday was depressing. I'm unhappy but my mom feels like she is entitled to throw a big hissy fit. Not a chance. Parents screwed my life over. They are NOT allowed to have hissy fits. The mother is pissing me off. She acts like a child and I'm sick of it. Grow up! You made all of us suffer, this is what you wanted remember? Of course it's TOO MUCH TO ASK TO ACTUALLY BE HAPPY WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU ARE A SPOILED BITCH.

What really pushed the line was she waited till I had showered and dressed in my PJ's before telling me to take the fucking garbage out. I swear she does it on purpose just to make my life more miserable then it already is.

I want out of here.NOW.