If You Don't Like It Then *** Off.

I just blew. But, don't worry. Not at anyone- else. I blew at me. I'm so fucking mad. I just cut in my wrist "F U". Fuck You, obviously.
I'm smoking tomorrow, northern lights, maybe salvia.
I'm so fucking mad. My mom's boyfriend wiped my laptop and put himself as administrator and said "You will not hide any thing from me." IT'S MY FUCKING LAPTOP. YOU WERE'NT THERE WHEN I GOT IT. YOU DIDN'T PAY FOR IT. FUCK YOU, YOU CONTROLLING SON OF A BITCH. FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. SUCK MY DICK- I'LL GROW ONE FOR YOU. STUPID ASSWIPE, INSIGNIFICANT CUNTBRAIN. I'LL HIDE WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT TO. WATCH ME, BITCH.
He put a password on it so I'm either giving it away or selling it. Maybe I'll trash it and give him the pieces. I like that. Oh, and some for mom, too. She just watches and let's everything he does happen. I've told her, and asked her. She just shrugs and tries to defend him. Pitiful. This is pathetic. I'm giving him the ashes. That stupid whore.
If you have a problem with any of this, you can suck it. Seriously.
It's my goddamn journal- fuck the rules. If you don't like it, go somewhere else. For reals.