jobless idiot i am.
my mum is one hell of a merepek woman. i'm desperate for a job because i don't want Farah to keep paying for my license, because i want extra pocket money for my everday food intake, because i wanna shop like girls my age would, because i don't want boyfriend to keep paying for my wants, and because i freaking don't like to ask mum for money because that way, it means that i owe her.
when i'm serious and am so determined to work, she said
NO. such a
mothafucka!and i freaking need bucks for chalet. i doubt mum'll give me sufficient. ohh somebody, throw me 50bucks to my face please! and i wish i'm excited for the beach countdown partay, but at this state of pathetic-ness my mum's implying to me, i can never feel that way, never gonna taste it anyway! maybe not until one day, i decide to be defiant! sounds
COOL!dear Superman, save my mum! and then Professor X, cure my mum!
thank you.
with regards,
your filial daughter!