I hate it. I hate her. it's always about her.
every little thing she does, everyone has to make such a big fucking deal about it.
she turns 13. huge party.
I go to the fucking mall.
Semi. Dress. Hair. All that jazz.
going into highschool. ugh. that little twit. everyone made such a big fucking deal.
feild hockey. god I hate feild hockey season with a passion. do you know how much money we spend on her stupid feild hockey equipment? yeah.
now, it's driving. no one's even noticed how I feel this summer. I feel fucking depressed.
all they do is talk about her getting her permit. she's a fucking spoiled brat. and she doesn't even realize it. ugh.
and then they wonder why I have such an attitude problem when it comes to her.
am I jelous? or feeling left out? how about feeling forgotten, or invisible.
whatever. I'm going to go upstairs and burry myself in my fourth Harry Potter book again.
on the brightside, the sixth Harry Potter book comes out in ten days! yesss....now all I have to do is read the fourth and fifth book (which I'm not even past chapter 12 yet...haha. of all people...). hehe.