Well I got back from my Nickelback concert. ((Don't worry, I'll tell you about it tomorrow. I'm out of energy right now))
Fffffffffffffuuuuuuck.
Thanks MOM, for fucking up what was going to be an AWESOME night of my life.
She kept dancing and screaming inappropriately.
She's almost 50, and obviously needs a fucking life.
Then after the AMAZING concert, she was whining. About. Every. Little. Fucking. Thing. And I told her to just stop complaining and she started crying and saying that everyone's treating her like shit. Well she obviously doesn't know what it EXACTLY feels like, but at least she gets a feel for once. Her ex-husband ((Drove us there, btw)) does SO much for her. And she treats him like shit. I know, WTF.
She can go die. Really. I'm tired of hearing her WHIIIIIINNNINGGG. And saying "Ohhhhh I should just dieeeee" God. Stop stealing my emotions, you needy fucker. D<
There. I vented. Now I NEEEEEED to go to bed. Really bad.
Byes...
