This is so sick. I hate it. I totally hate it. I hate my life, I hate my family. I just wanna get away from them, from them all. I don't wanna stick around anymore. I'll rather be in camp, where I don't hafta deal with them. I'll rather be in Australia, where I can do whatever I like without being questioned, without people sticking their noses where they don't belong. I hate my mum. I hate it when she preaches to me about God this and God that, about how I should do this shit and fuck that shit and lots of other mofo stuff. It just pisses me off. It just puts me off further.

It's really wrong. So wrong. Heck, its Mother's Day today. The least I could do is to just let it be a peaceful day. But no. She comes in all bitchy and snappy. Snapping at anything and everything. I tell her to cool it, coming home and making hell out of a quiet home like that. It was all peaceful before, when she wasn't at home. Then she comes pick on me selling my cards and comics. Accusing me of spending way too much time on them. Accusing me of going to buy more cards and comics all over again.

Fuck that.

She has no brains. She says whatever comes to her mind before her mind processes the information and filters out whatever isn't supposed to be there. I haven't been digging out my cards until recently, when I started selling them on ebay.com. So what's with the spending too much time on it? And she just assumed I was gonna buy more. Fuck that. Really, I mean it. Fuck it. Then she launched into a whole load of crap about why I should be going back to church, all of which I already knew. I mean, what can you tell someone who's been attending church for 10 years anything new at all? Nothing. Heard them all. The same old few reasons. The devil's drawing you away. The world's luring you away. Go back now or regret it later. The same old reasons. The same old excuses. Lame. Repetitive. Useless.