Screw you.
In front of others, it's "Oh, Emily! Thank you so much!"
But you don't mean it. Almost never.
You say it for the formality of it.
Not because you are thankful.
So your "thanks" means absolutely nothing to me.
It just raises my level of understand that I'm nothing but a pawn to you.
*Hm, thanks to you, my blog's turning into a rantblog. :| Oh wells.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
I was their mother today.
I picked them up.
I fed them.
I washed their dishes.
I helped them with their homework.
I fed them during dinner again.
Oh yeah, and where was their mother again?
In a meeting. LIKE ALWAYS.
If you don't have time for your own children's childhood, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TIME FOR?!
Meetings, I know.
BTW, I know I'm supposed to feel so thankful for home and "love" and all the nice things you do for me
but seriously?
I am so sick and tired of you saying every. single. godd*mn day that you're always there for them. for me. for us.
But guess what? You're NEVER there. You can pick us up and dump us as many times as you want but that's never the same as being there.
I try the best I can to appreciate you as a human being, but you're making it real hard.
Especially when you never appreciate me mothering your children.
& you know what?
I stopped doing these things for you.
I'm doing it for them.
Because I actually love them.
Which might sound real harsh to the rest of you guys out there.
But trust me, I don't think it is.
& coming from me, that's something.
Yeah, there's a lot more on my mind, but I'm not gonna burst.
I'm gonna keep calm and carry on.
For them.
I fed them.
I washed their dishes.
I helped them with their homework.
I fed them during dinner again.
Oh yeah, and where was their mother again?
In a meeting. LIKE ALWAYS.
If you don't have time for your own children's childhood, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TIME FOR?!
Meetings, I know.
BTW, I know I'm supposed to feel so thankful for home and "love" and all the nice things you do for me
but seriously?
I am so sick and tired of you saying every. single. godd*mn day that you're always there for them. for me. for us.
But guess what? You're NEVER there. You can pick us up and dump us as many times as you want but that's never the same as being there.
I try the best I can to appreciate you as a human being, but you're making it real hard.
Especially when you never appreciate me mothering your children.
& you know what?
I stopped doing these things for you.
I'm doing it for them.
Because I actually love them.
Which might sound real harsh to the rest of you guys out there.
But trust me, I don't think it is.
& coming from me, that's something.
Yeah, there's a lot more on my mind, but I'm not gonna burst.
I'm gonna keep calm and carry on.
For them.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
"Grenade is stupid"
OMG, ROFLROFLROFL.
"Do anyTHAAAAAAAAAANG for ya."So many cuss words, but ROFL, I was literally dying of laughter.
Literally, I was drinking water when I clicked play and I almost spit it all out.
Okay, OFFICIALLY MADE MY DAY 9999999x better.
Thank you, LINDALOVE. xD
Fall Out Boy's
"Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued"
^Just the title of the song makes it awesome.
According to some being out there:
^Just the title of the song makes it awesome.
According to some being out there:
It's saying that no one is in music for the right reasons anymore, and that no matter what, everything gets manufactured to some point. There are all those kids out there who think they listen to true, real music, but with the pop culture today, there is no real, true music. "This and this band may not sound that great live, but that doesn't matter, because it's all pretty much shit out there."Ahahaha. Kinda so true.
My mother went to the dentist today
and after the dentist was done doing whatever dentists do,
my mother told her:
my mother told her:
Uh, I don't wanna talk right now, m'kay? I feel like Betty Boop.
Fake
Dealing with fake people in high school--that's nothin'.
Dealing with fake people in the place you call home--try that on for a change.
//Edit//
Wow.
So instead of teaching your child how to write a proper sentence,
you teach her life skills?
There's no problem with that.
Except that you're teaching her how to lie to get what you want?
How to make sure you don't get in trouble for what you did?
How to kiss butt?
Whatever.
I tried confronting you.
You turned my advice into a joke.
Your children, your mistakes, your life.
Don't worry; I won't intrude anymore.
Dealing with fake people in the place you call home--try that on for a change.
//Edit//
Wow.
So instead of teaching your child how to write a proper sentence,
you teach her life skills?
There's no problem with that.
Except that you're teaching her how to lie to get what you want?
How to make sure you don't get in trouble for what you did?
How to kiss butt?
Whatever.
I tried confronting you.
You turned my advice into a joke.
Your children, your mistakes, your life.
Don't worry; I won't intrude anymore.
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