So I'm watching Ice Age: 3. We had X-Mas yesterday. I hate holidays. They always get me stuff I don't like or really want. Mother got me a pink and a blue nail polish. I usually only wear black. She got me blue and green basket thingies I'm almost sure Ill never use. My two colors I hate are blue and brown. :( I don't have a favorite color. They're all the same except those two. She got me two kinds of eyeliner one I don't like because it runs super horrible and its the little cheapo kind that I have like a million of. The other kind is what I told her when she asked what I wanted. I don't really want anything except books. I LOVE BOOKS. They are my favorite thing. That's is the only thing I have ever really asked for. Mother wanted to feel good about her self and buy her kids presents. I have tried to explain my feelings on the subject to her but she doesn't care. And Bob got me this computer. I definitely didn't want anything from him but mother was all like ask him for something expensive. He always gets them cool things and he keeps forgetting my birthdays and such but honestly. . . .well. . . . actually hurts a lot to have it thrown in your face every year just how much he loves them more than me but i don't care. I don't want fake gifts with hidden agendas just to make them feel better about them selves. They just rub my nose in all there "generosity". I can't wait to be done with these people. My sister got me some good gifts but now she is making me get her gifts. I had planned on going to the mall and letting her pick out something awesome from Spencers but it stings that the choice was taken from me. That she is making me do it out of guilt. Now I hope you like a shopping spree at the Dollar store. Mwahahahahaha! No, I couldn't do that but I wish I could. My mom would get all mad. She has a painfully obvious control disorder. She controls everything. I would hate to be so far up everyone's butt that she knows everything. Or at least she thinks so. She says she always tells the truth but that is the biggest lie she tells us. I hate how much she cares about what other people think. "Its all about presentation, honey" God those words couldn't make me more mad! Sometimes she reminds me of the villain from Tangled. "Now I'm the bad guy." My mother also got me a pair of matching BLUE gloves with scarf, the kind of candy I don't like, granny panties, socks, and a black hat she got both me and my sister. No lilies. . . . . again. I hate the holidays. . . </3
Love,
Painfully Confussed
Mood: Dissapionted
Song: Santa's Pissed by Motionless In White
Book: Staked
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