horrible

i hate yo!!! i hate her! in case she ever reads this i am not being racist, as she so rudely inferred the time i told her i hated her to her face, being racist in making the accusation when that was the furthest thing from my mind. i hate her because she's a b#@*%! and she played a major role in destroying any chance of a happy childhood, she aimed to kill my mom by telling her how horrible she was, and she has been mooching/ sucking the life out of us for years. but now i am back at sarah's (even though they are quietly raving sick of me), mind you missing an hour fifteen of Buffy, because my mom wants to be alone with her (prolly so they can shag) (ps my mom is a lesbian) (pps, nothing wrong with that but i am not). i stormed out crying because we moved and i thought that for once she would not destroy any place i could call home. i hate her. when she comes over as if she never did a thing wrong in her whole life i don't even want to look at her. i try to close my eyes and my ears because i can't stand the sound of her voice (which is a shame since it sounds like a lot of african american old lady women voices, the f@#$*&ing drunk!!!). i still remember fragments of the expressive poem i wrote so i wouldn't burst the night she came to the old apartment drunk. there were lines about the broken glass she scattered for me to walk on (a metaphor for the family she broke for the fun and spider-like suction of money). i hate her!!!!! *sigh*