Don't speak. Let me in.

(Out of Control-}
{2003-05-04} {6:59 a.m.}

I have removed the entire beginning of this entry. You only get to read part 2.

Now…
Onto to problem number two…Lynelle and her kids.
I don’t mind her living here with me. But she cannot take over my computer, or leave in the middle of the night and just expect me to watch her kids for her. It’s only been a week, and she’s left and done this to me 3 times. It pisses me off beyond no end. But when I see her I say nothing. I just walk away. Ever since she has been here there’s been nothing but constant yelling, and screaming between her and her kids. It’s not fair to me that she gets to leave in the middle of the night to go see some random guy off of the net. Leaving me with all of the kids to tend do. I think it's unbelievable bullshit. I open up my heart and she shits on me. She even takes my fucking money and buys herself cigarettes with it and I get nothing. It’s my fucking money!

I am such a fucking coward and all I get to do is fucking hide away in a corner and cry.
I’m tired. I’m tired of hurting and damn fucking tired of crying. Ex husband came over yesterday and accomplished that task first thing in the morning. Fucking bastard! He’s putting demands on me and they are so far fetched and he’s so damn horrible and cruel; I break every time he says more than two words to me.
And that bitch Lois didn’t help things either. Every time he made a fucking comment to me all she would say was “OOooOOoo” Fucking cunt. **rolls eyes with a tightened lip** I swear the two of them are having a “fuck relationship” Not that I care, it’s just that I hate the lying and the deceitful shit.
I may look stupid, but that doesn’t mean I am completely brainless.

I am at the razor’s edge, and everyone is about to get cut. I’m that pissed off. The ferocity of my vehemence is overwhelming the wrath of my fury. I am welcoming my anger with a strange passion, waiting to explode like a fucking erupting volcano wanting to burn everyone in my path., Yes Chrissy is finally at the end of her rope.

-Universe of Rage-

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