I Scream and Kick and Scream Some More...

I am only a child.

I cannot be expected to be wise enough to know everything about the world.

The pages of my book have only just begun.

But I do know, for one when I am hurt, and when I have been treated badly.

But to make people listen I had to stop screaming, I had to open my heart and shed the stored emotion and then walk away.





This, was not screaming. A scream is fear... A scream is for someone that doesn't want to be heard, but noticed.


This was a cry. I cried out to tell you, that you ruined my christmas, you cut my happiness short and you don't ever know that you are in the wrong...


You haven't apologized to me in 7 years.

and the amount of times you have done things to me that I didn't deserve is atrocious.



so anyway, this is my complaint.

my pointless hate filled ramble.


Merry Fucking Christmas You Happy Fucks.