I usually hate bitching and complaining but I just need to vent. I’m frustrated, ok?

Hurricane Irene fucked everything up. Legit, everything. Stupid, stupid, stupid fucking bitch. I am so fucking frustrated. My mother wants to cry and I feel like shit that I can’t be there for her because I have basic human needs. All of the sudden as a 16 year old girl, I have to be the man of the house? Whaaaaat the fuuuuuck. I can’t even… Fuck you, Irene. My house is destroyed, my possessions are destroyed, my mother’s spirit is destroyed. There are no words to describe how frustrated I am.

In other news, I am BEYOND FURIOUS with certain members of my family. I won’t even get into it because if I do, I just might put a hole in the wall with my fist. But let me just say how DARE you. Don’t you ever fucking step foot near me or my mother again asking for a favor. I will split your fucking skulls. You deserve less than shit. Fuck you.

I can’t even begin to put my life back together because my stupid ass, dirt poor, third world country high school is all fucked up and has no power. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO HELP YOU WHEN YOU CAN’T EVEN PLAN 2 DAYS IN ADVANCE?! Like yes, I understand that it’s was a natural disaster. We’re all recovering from it, my family included. But you’re a fucking government funded, public institution. Shouldn’t you be getting your shit together first?! I mean for fuck’s sake…

I miss everyone who has gone to college. It’s not fair. They’re ripped out of my life all of the sudden and I’m forced to stay in this shit hole?! Fuckt that. I am so miserable. I hate this feeling. I hate this situation. I just hate THIS.

Being at my dad’s house is driving me out of my mind. I want to die. Like, I can’t even lie right now, I just want to cry. I’m miserable. I’m alone. I’m sad. I’m ready to break down. I’m angry. I’m tired of not being able to just beat the shit out of everyone. I don’t even know what to do. I just want to die, regenerate, and start over again.