It feels like i'm being jailed at home. Not allowed to go anywhere. With so many restrictions. And now I can only blame myself for not doing well in my mye. Sighs. Each day is just like a passing day. I wait for time to pass, by using the computer. Or rather she will spend the time with me till evening. I hate myself. I really do.

My printer conked out on me. Now i'm unable to print out my holiday assignments. Yesterday, went over to Baby's house. Had dinner at barks. She came over to my house for awhile then left to meet her friends. I want to go out! This feeling sucks.

I hate it when you raise your voice at me.

I hate it when you don't know how to appreciate me.

I hate it when you call me names.

I hate it when you ask me to 'go away'.

I hate it when you ignore my feelings.

I hate it when you neglect me.

Don't love me for fun girl.

Love me for a reason.