week 7: Freaking Horror Stories!

My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help. I sit alone hearing the piercing noise of my daughters cry as I realize that it’s my fault… I buried her alive.

“Mommy…. Mommy…. I promise next time I'll listen… please don’t do……..”

“Mommy…. Mommy…. I promise next time I'll listen… please don’t do……..”

“Mommy…. Mommy…. I promise next time I'll listen… please don’t do……..”

Those damn words just kept pushing their way into my head over and over again.      Those were the last words of my daughter.

 I never thought that the murder of my daughter would come back to haunt me… at all. (I felt like what I was doing was for a good reason.)

Until… one night I was sitting at home alone watching the 10 o’clock news and I had just gotten up to go get some pizza and I heard an excruciating screaming noise. I just brushed the noise off; I figured it was one of the kids from down the road. I sat back down to finish the news, I start to doze off and before I know it I'm jumping out of my chair to the noise of a screaming child.

            I sit for a while still alone just thinking about the screaming and realizing that it sounded like my daughter. I get up, go outside and just sit on the front step.

I start to hear crying and more screaming…

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My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help. I sit alone hearing the piercing noise of my daughters’ cries as I realize that it’s my fault…

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 I buried her alive. 

week 6: The Answers are in the Freaking Back!

If I had found a book with answers to every single question, I would just throw it away. Most people would probably cheat and look in the book for just about everything. But you aren’t learning much at all just sitting there reading the answers to everything. No one would be able to teach you so therefore wouldn’t teachers be out of jobs? Life wasn’t made to be easy and it was meant for you to have struggles. If you had the answer to everything I feel like life would be so boring because you would know literally everything. I can’t stand being around people who know a lot already, let alone being around someone who literally knows everything. 

week 5: Where are your Freaking Notes?

Well, I don’t usually catch myself doodling much at all. If I am not doing my homework or taking notes like we all should but you are over there doodling on your papers, I am usually either napping or just being too lazy to take notes, so I am either on my phone or just sitting there. But if I were to doodle on my papers I feel like it wouldn’t be all that much or really about anything, to be honest. Drawing just isn’t really something that I get into much, I don’t really like art. I can’t really draw so I don’t try. I feel like since I'm going to school to become a pediatric nurse I don’t really need art anyways. Well before I go off on a tangent about not needing any classes I should just stop typing because this could start to get bad. 

week 4: Coming Freaking Soon!

I can’t wait to watch season 5 of The Fosters. I don’t know when it got on Netflix but I have yet to watch it and it is starting to upset me just because I spent so much of my time watching that. Literally every day I would come home from school and I would watch The Fosters, I used to do the same thing with Shameless and Orange is the New Black. I also need to make time to watch Wentworth. My brother and his girlfriend tell me all of the time that Wentworth is OITNB on steroids, but I have been told that it is like the Wal-Mart version or OITNB. So I don't really know about Wentworth but I guess I will just have to watch it so I can find out. 

week 3: My Dog Ate my Freaking Homework!

Well I have used many excuses, like every time my parents tell me that I have to do work around the house, my first excuse is always that I have to poop. I mean they can’t exactly say that im lying if I just got hide out in the bathroom for about 20 minutes and pretend to be going to the bathroom... right? I mean there’s not really anything wrong with that lmfao. The only downfall to that is my parents tend to think that I have a bowel problem. But the one good thing about them thinking that is that they won’t question it every time I say that I have to “go”. But yeah that’s the main excuse I use a lot when my parents want me to do something! 

week 2: Rorschach's Freaking Journal!

Well in this picture I don’t really see anything specific that I guess I should. I literally just see a bunch of nonsense bug looking things. So in my opinion I dint think that this should be able to say anything about you. I mean maybe other people can see what the images are or whatever but I don’t see anything but a bunch of blobs that look like they have wings so they should be considered like butterflies or moths or something. I don’t freaking know, but I do know that I am throwing in a bunch of deadwood because this blog is obnoxious and I don’t know how to make 100 words out of a picture when I don’t even see anything in it at all. And its just confuses me because like I don’t understand how a picture can tell who you are just by how you see it. I mean isn’t the picture based on your eyes? So how do your eyes explain who you are? 

week 1: How's Freaking School?

How’s freaking school? Well let’s see here it sucks okay? Actually it’s not that bad to be honest. It’s not going as bad as I expected for it to go I guess. I mean it’s my senior year and nothing is really happening yet, well besides the fact that we had to fill out college applications. Like im not supposed to even be old enough for that yet. Like aren’t I supposed to still be 10 years old? With a bed time of 7:30pm, and scheduled bath times?  Where has all of this time gone? But anyways starting next freaking week we have to do 3, yeah that’s right not one or two… THREE freaking essays for colleges. I did not sign up for any of this at all. I was born okay? That’s not my fault, but guess what I have to suffer and deal with all of the consequences because my parents decided to get a little to friendly one night, but we aren’t going to get into that very much, but I mean you all know how it goes… and well if you don’t, don’t ask me questions about any of it. But on a real note, school is school and as long as you do what you have to do, then it shouldn’t be that hard and you should pass school with no problem at all.