Your concern can go to fucking hell you bitch - that's what i wanted to tell my senile bitchy mother. So long i've tried to live through this whole bloody time and i finally found some peace and progress with the black and white keys on the piano
and just when i was about to complete a song that i've made a lot of progress in, she had to wave and wave and fucking distract me till the song got fucking screwed and cut off! and she still had toe fucking gall to be pissed with ME! FUCK IT ALL
I KICKED THINGS AND SHOUTED AND PUNCHED AND RAGED ON AND ON AND ON TILL THAT FUCKING BITCH CAME OUT AND PRETENDED TO BE ALL CONCERNED. WELL FUCK YOU BITCH! CRY! DO SO! THAT'S ALL YOU'RE FUCKING GOOD FOR ANYWAY.
PUT YOURSELF BETWEEN ME AND THE PUNCHING BAG AGAIN AND I SWEAR I'LL PUNCH RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HIDEOUS FACE!
I really wanted to slap her until she said sorry and begged for her miserable little life.
Now my mood's spoilt, I won't sleep, and i've therefore missed another day at school.
FUCK YOU BITCH!
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