School, Dad, and Listening

School fucking sucks. No, I'm not being a sheep, going along with how people supposedly hate it and would rather stay home to play XBox or something. I sincerely hate it.
The way teachers demand respect, but don't earn it. I hate some of the people there, too. The way the fuckhead derros prance around like  they're better than everyone else, then go smoke in the bathroom at lunch. They're pathetic, they make life as hard as possible as they can.
No, I'm not bullied. I can't pretend I am. I know people have it worse, but I want people to listen to my problems. Yeah, that's right, I have them too. Just because people have it worse than me doesn't mean my life is perfect, it isn't.
My Dad is an asshole. No, he's not abusive, he's not alcoholic. He just sits on his fat ass all day and expects everything to be handed to him on a silver platter. Well guess what? That's about to change. I'm sick of it, the way how you walk into a room, everyone's attention has to be on you. I try saying something important that happened that day, and you just start talking like what you say about the weather or some shit is more important.

I just want people to realise that even though they have it bad, it's nice to be listened to.
So if you think you have problems, talk to a friend, see how they feel.

The Start

As you can see in the description, this blog may not have anything interesting in it. All I'll do is bitch, moan, and make jokes that aren't funny. I will probably talk about some happy stuff, so don't get out your razors yet.

The only readers of this blog will probably be MLIA commenters (A select few awesome people, probably), and randoms. I'm not showing my real life friends, so I'm not afraid to post things here I wouldn't want them to see.

Well that's it for now, and hopefully I'll have the willpower to continue writing. If not, sorry.

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