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Worst case scenario: they take away my phone and or car. I own just about everything in my room aside from my bed, because I didn’t pay for that. But everything else is mine: computer, TV, bookshelves, clothes. I can buy myself a new phone.
They can’t make me quit my job; I’ll walk to work if I have to. They can’t make me sign up or go to classes. I really don’t have to go to church; I just go because it makes them shut up.
If they really can’t stand me and my lying self (Dad is really peeved that I’ve been lying this whole time), I can leave. I have friends. I have Ben and his family. They’re more of a family to me than my own.
I’ll have a book ready to be sent out by the end of the year. When it’s published and I’m famous, they’ll only wonder why I didn’t thank them for all of their “support” and “love”. I just dislike them so much. So incredibly much. I wish I could leave, but I doubt I’m allowed to take my car anywhere.
For “Trespasser’s World”:
For “The Roman Story”:
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I LOVE THIS CAT!
The Hobbit
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
Harry Potter and Sorcorer’s Stone
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
It’s going to be a Tolkien-Rowling couple of months!!!
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See, Ben, the butt dance is everywhere.
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Days that are and will be about me are wonderful and I appreciate them, like my birthday and my (future) wedding day, but recently I’ve given so much of myself to everyone around me and it’s exhausting.
I absolutely love to do it, though. My kids at work are so precious and wonderful and awesome and I don’t mind to give my all to them. I don’t know what’s going on with me… I just don’t wanna spend money, don’t want to clean or cook, don’t want to be with family or alone… I’m with children all day, cleaning up after them and as soon as I get home, I’m expected to clean after my mom and dad and brother. I wish my mom would consider what I go through on a daily basis before assuming I’m just young and energetic all the time.
Would it be out of the question to feel appreciated and showed that I’m loved? Just for one day. A day of doing whatever I wanted to do, wherever I wanted to, no questions asked.
And some flowers. I want some flowers. In my busy schedule, I’ve let my rose bush nearly die and it isn’t blooming in the heat. Poor roses.
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