My parents raped my room and now they put everything into boxes. There is no way of finding anything. So I lost my $50 receipt and I don't think I'll find it and now I'm pissed.

Also I hate how I'm fucking saying something and my mother, who is not in the room, not aware of the situation, and not in the conversation shouts from another room an attack on me that is fucking unrelated. This is why I hate people like this. This is why I get pissed off at Brian Martinez and other people all the time.

I hate having to defend myself only to be called a bitch all the time. Go fuck yourself.