Bitch, Essay, and Fifteen Days. Argh.

Bitch.
My mum,
That is.

Won't take me driving
Cause I was in bed
Five minutes after requested.

And you know what?
My fucking sister gets
No punishment for the same thing.

I hate this.
Seriously.
She laughs in my face.

Whinging at me.
Telling me
What she 'wants' me to do.

I tell her
That I
'Want' to go driving.

Fuck.
Nothing's going my way.
At all.

I have a fucking essay
Due tomorrow.
Have written one paragraph.

The introduction.
Did that five minutes ago.
It's gonna be a long night.

Want to punch something.
A wall would be nice.
But mum'd yell at me. Again.

And to top things off:
I didn't see him last night.
Fifteen fucking days, now.

He hardly talked to me
On MSN last night, either.
Watching a movie, apparently.

I hate my life.
It's fucked up
And I want to get rid of it.

No I don't.
I don't want to die.
I just want a break.

A break with just
Me and him.
I don't really want to go for good.

Not right now,
Anyway.
One reason.

If I do,
It'll be permanent.
I'm not good with permanent.

And he
Won't be with me.
But that's about it.

Love from, Me.
xx