Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Stress Disorder More Condition_symptoms I hate family lunches.

Definetely I hate family lunches. And When They Are even more at my home, and When They start Touching Everything in my room and criticising it and criticising me. I HATE it.
I hate it I must be complacent When They Come When They Are Not here But when I go to Their homes. I must try Not to get angry When They snoop the Things I've got in my room and in my computer, and I must try Not to get angry when to, HAVING Saying to touch it Them Not Because It's important, They continue doing it. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!

Definetely, I hate family lunches and dinners. I hate Them. Next year I will emigrate to Australia if it's NECESSARY, in order to Suffer Not this pain in the ass. Literally.

Thanks to Charlie for helping me to put up with this disgusting thing called Christmas. Every year is the same. I'm very serious when I say that I want to emigrate these days next year... and it's sad that I have to say this. 

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