@Inu: Really? I didn't know that. o.o' Still, my obsession with Malik and Marik came out of nowhere. I was role-playing...and suddenly, ADDICTION. It gets more out of control when I'm bored. Boredom...yea...I'm bored a lot. Either my therapist fails as a therapist, or I just have trouble trusting people.

I mean I don't really know about that. Stuff becomes addictions for me, but for me, it's just kind of quirkiness. My obsession with clothes is pretty effin' scary though. :/

Yeah, it's good to find stuff to deal with that. That's why I got a job. I'm rarely bored because I'm too busy to be. XD

I don't really know you so I can't judge your therapist, but if you don't trust them, you can't really help yourself. You can't help yourself if you don't think you need help.

wtf @ false labor.

seriously. *dives into Alphabeat to cure emotional exhaustion*

Someone sent my computer a virus that I'm clueless as to how I got it, then my money went missing. I'm sure someone stole my money, because I keep my billfold closed when I'm not getting something out of it. It was open when I unzipped my purse to get it out. Someone must have gotten my money while I was resting. Do you realize how pathetic it is that I can't trust anyone at school for even a minute? Now that I really have something I want to buy (besides food), I can't get it. You know why? Because some ** decided to be selfish and steal my cash. I'm really ** off. My last rant was kind of bordering on immaturity and justified anger. I think this is something worth ranting about though. If I can put two and two together, then I can find out who stole my money and they can at least be punished for it. I don't like to have things stolen from me. I'm not one to be messed with, but if I don't know who did it, I can't ask for them to pay me back. -.-" I refuse to help a thief and I want the people in my Broadcast Video class to know that. Someone there must have stolen it, because that's the only class where the teacher could've been absent or too busy to notice them and I was foolish enough to leave my purse unattended to. I hate the people at my school for stealing from me! I HATE THEM! AND I AM STILL ** ENRAGED ABOUT THIS!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH! I had money to pay for lunch once a week until Geometry begins!

You son of a **.

I hate you so much. I hate you, and I've never even met you. I hate you, because of what you do to him. I've known him for about, oh, three months? And what have I discovered in these last three months? A) That I trust him with my heart, b) that I am one day going to love him as I have my closest of friends and c) that you're a mother-** **.

What kind of father tells his son - who, mind you, is going to one of the TOP TEN universities in the United States, and therefore THE WORLD - that he's a failure and an **? In my opinion, sir, you should be looking in the mirror. Why do you hate him? Because this is some twisted fatherly love. Honestly, your son is one of the best people I've ever met in my life. For what you have done to him, for what you continue to do to him - I hate you.

Hate is a strong word, and it fully covers what I feel against you. If I could, for the rest of my life, cradle your son in my arms to try and reverse the damage you have done, I would. Because he is something worth fighting for, and you - you deserve nothing but the lowest pits in hell for what you have made him feel.

He is going to be a father worthy to praise one day. He is going to be one of the most successful careermen of our time. You are going to crawl back and kiss his ** in the hope he'll even spare you a glance. And me? I'll be the one kicking you away from his polished shoes.

You're rotten scum. For now, I cry for him, but one day, that won't be necessary. He'll be so above you, that none of it will be.

I hope your latest wife makes you miserable, and that your daughter learns to hate you, as I do, as your son does.

**.

I am under maximum stress and you give me homework? No. ** you, you ** bastard. It's taking everything I have to keep from throwing a children's tantrum. I'm bad with stress, I know tantrums are bad, and I know I need to mature a bit. But I really really hate Geometry. If you could see the damn ** it does to me, then maybe you would be more lenient, you sadistic **!

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