Thursday, August 24, 2006
there my gram goes again ,
screaming her arse off at the maid.
- who did nothing wrong.waking me up earlier then expected.
i slept at 3 and i am up at 10.
i hate being awoken.tired is the word to be used here.
i can't understand why.she has to shout her lungs out.
its irritating me.her nonsense is getting
intolerable.even my dad's got to hear about it.
the music is not making me feel any better.can't stand feeling screwed.
i hate waking up so early.but i can't wait to head to bro's place later.
the weather's looking good.
prozac's not helping with the head ache.
neither is synflex.cause her noise is just making my head pound.
like you'd never understand.its got to end.
or i'd be heading down the insanity lane again.
i've locked myself in the room.
music blasting.
yet her voice still penitrates the doors of my room.i feel powerless.and in this state.
nothing will really help.now would it.
kaaye\.- i hate it.
whenever i need anyone.
you're not there.
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