If your really that badly hurt you wouldn’t be hopping around and falling. Geez stop being a little bitch and ask for help. You can’t expect someone to help you if your doing everything yourself and not saying anything. I’m like right beside your room and I’m awake. I don’t like you, but I could have easily gotten the water for you. I mean seriously yesterday when you used me as a weight to get up the steps you stepped on me and put so much pressure on my shoulder. You know you weigh like over 100 lbs more than me. At least I got up and helped you in.

My mom treats our dogs better than people. She cares for them more than people. She expects me to make chicken and rice for then and when I don’t she complains acting like they don’t eat. The dogs will live if they don’t eat chicken and rice for one day. No you do not have to alway tell me things. Actually I alway have to tell you things, but then you go back and say I told you nothing. Okay every time I hada basketball game who would take me there and get me? Not you. When I hada soccer game who would take me there and get me? Not you. When I would have a show who would bring me back to school or even watch me? Once again not you. Even when I do have a ticket I’m wasting money on it because you say your gonna go then forget and say I didn’t tell you anything. Yet when Paulina had a game you would alway be there even when she was a cheerleader. When she had a show of course you would do anything to go watch it. I see where I stand. I mean fuck when we had a cookie dough fundraiser you got mad because I didn’t ask my BF to help me carry the boxes and my stuff. Okay I carried everything because when we found me I already had everything and I didn’t wanna ask him to help carry the things to the car when I already had it all. Your alway complaining bout him. Why do you leave alone at the house then if your gonna something? We just watch soccer games and movies. You’ve never seen me do anything. I never ask him if he wants to come to a show he bugs me to know when it is so he can go even when I ask him not to go. You alway wanna know things just so you can go back and tell your friends. Even his mom. Like really? When dad asked why she didn’t like me you butted in saying “why you care don’t worry bout her she don’t like nobody”. Okay then why were you having a 3 hour long conversation with her? You talk bad bout my friends who you claim are bad. Those other people you call my friends that you think are so good aren’t my friends. You don’t know my name. You yell at me so of course I can’t have a decent conversation with you or tell you anything. To you I do nothing and I’m the problem. You don’t hear me cussing you out behind your back or at all towards you. That fatass does it all the time. He’s the one taking advantage of everyone yet you still blame me for everything. You complain bout having to pick me up from places well shit I can’t drive or rely on other people to drive me places.

Fawk lost my blue choker … Idk how, but recital is Friday night. Maybe no one would notice? I mean we wore the blue chocker once and last time we wore the blue tutus we used the blue ribbon instead. Just bout everyone lost it too so ribbon it is I guess?

If your over 100lbs bigger than me what makes you think I can help you around? I can’t pick you up or anything. I only weigh freaking 110 lbs. You even stepped on my toes. BTW if your hurt why are you even out? Most people would stay off their feet if they hurt their ankle.

When people start talking Khmer to me … OMG I don’t know what your saying. Even if it’s something simple I still don’t know what your saying. Oddly I somewhat know what people are talking bout if they speak Viet around me, but if you come up to me speaking Khmer I’m gonna look at you like “TF?”. You don’t see me walking up to you speaking Lao/Thai. You’d look at me the same then.