Rant!

You better believe it is rant time!!!!

So I'm sitting on our new sofa in our apartment because I refused to sleep another night in my father's house. My mother's freakin' friend wrote "child molestor" on the wall of my (old) bedroom. LIKE WTF. HOW IS THAT FUNNY? IT'S LIKE A SADISTIC DREAM! Well, it wasn't a dream to me. But the point is I am not living another moment in fear. I survived some many nights in the that home where I was terrified to fall sleep, and as long as I had another home to stay, why should I go back there?

Plus being here gave me an opportunity to work on constructing my new bookshelf. Because my mom's same friend helped ruin my other one...Basically I was all set to actually put it together properly but then I had to rotate it to use the screw gun and then I put one side on backward. Now the unfinished side is going to face out and that will make it will hard to hammer the back in. Why can't anything just work-out perfectly for me? I always try so hard too.

Nevermind how I missed my stop while coming home this afternoon. I'm like the most scatterbrained, not paying attention the world person ever!!! I just get so excited and focus on a single thing and then I miss everything else and I jump into things too quickly without paying the least bit of attention. What is that old says...Look before you leap. Yeah, I play in traffic. I run on expressways without looking either way. WHOOOOOOA! SHINY!!!! YAY!!! BANANA!!!! WALRUS<3

In all seriousness my life is chaos.