son of a bastard.

how the the fuck dare you say that to my mother? you fucking wanker. you don't know our situation one bit, and the stress you put my mum through tonight was unbearable.
that fucking certificate might call us family, but you can just fuck off. i don't give a shit if you have opinions about my mum, keep them the fuck to yourself. you have no fucking right to cause my family even more upset than has already been caused over the past year.
god's sake, if only she had let me have her phone. i am so angry i could tear your hair out. nothing is her fault. she doesn't see that, and i think that only the people who have seen the situation first hand have the right to judge who's fault it is. i don't think it is anyone's fault, you can't predict something like this is going to happen, no one can. and when it does, how you DARE to try and blame mym mu for it, when she has done FUCK ALL wrong oooooooooh.
do you never think there was a reason in the first place that drove us ALL to the decision to get rid of the centre of the problem. it was no ones choice and everyones choice at the same time.
what goes on in my family, no one else has the right to judge, not even you, you prick.

PISS SHIT SCHOOL.

why are you such a wanker, you ass hole school.
as if you make us all get up at stupid o clock this morning to come back to school after a holiday, so we can do IT AND BLOODY PSHE alllllll day.
fucking hell.

and so, i was just coming to terms with the fact that yet another day of my learning was being stripped away from me due to the parially imperfect system our school relies on, when we get told where our rooms are.

is it really that difficult to get your heads around that me and emily and jake have moved PSHE classrooms because our class was too big?
yes, yes. apparently it is.
with this apparently confusing classroom change, the higher staff of our school have become so confused, and the whole system has come tumbling down, they can't seem to locate our work.
golly gosh. and so me and emfashiongeek.blogspot.com embarked on a miraculous wild goose chase round the school, trying to find out where we were supposed to waste our day.
and now we have found our place in the world, we STILL don't know where our work is. and so, this brings me to why i am blogging: for lackof anything else to do.

i salute you.

getting my anger out.

so, in this day and age, after all of the controversy and stuggle we as an internation have bin through because of skin colour, sick fucks like you still think it's okay to be racist shits?
if all you can highlight as 'bad' against someone is that they have a different skin colour to you, then you really need to get a life.
get a wider vocabulary.
get a fucking brain.
i really hope people like you get what's coming to you. in these times, you honestly can't go round say stuff like that.
you're part of the reason that this world is such a shitter.

this is a message to all of you out there who still rage against people 'cause of their skin colour.