Ill, probably sick.. thoughts, I mean

[not emo. but can be labeled as such. though morbid. emo is NOT morbid.]

*read with a sarcastic happiness sort of tone =)*

I'm such a bad daughter... if that is what I really am in her gawdforsaken eyes.

Hmm... How do I kill her in my dreams?

there are so many ways... can't think of one.

Amazingly no one is crying in the funeral though.

Make me do a eulogy, I'd laugh all the while.

Do I even have the heart to single you out of my life?

No. I have pity, too, y'know.

My sister is so lucky. SHE (the bitch) doesn't have power over her.

Oh well. After today.... April.

I'll be away... FROM HER... for quite a while.

No more HB.
No more shouting.
No more cursing [aside from my potty mouth].
No more... her.

Life is better that way.

The only thing that I'd miss is her cooking.

Oh well. It's replaceable =))

Bad, bad daughter.

Sue me.

I'd think of more witty things to say, if I were witty. haha!

Bye y'all!