I'm not gonna use the f word cuz its bad and my anger has just mellowed. But read this
You know, I wish I was adopted. Sometimes. I love my family. Ye I love em'. But if I do, why do I wanna runaway? Why do I wanna think that I'm adopted? Cuz...Cuz of DEMI YONG.

This mother f ing bitch just wont sop at having the chance to ruin my life. She'll NEVER. Have been quarreling with her...EVERY SINCE YOUNG. Ye. Really. Why does she have to have all attention? Ye. This sounds like lil' miss jealousy's line. Maybe I am jealous. Maybe thats what most elder kids think of their younger siblings. Not all. Most. Ye. Why does she need the attention when I should get more? I excel better than her. I do. I got more COMMON SENSE than she has. Ye. Why? Why do I just wanna be thought of as adopted? So that I dun have to face the fact that I share the same blood as her. I dun wanna face the fact that I came from the same man and woman as her. I dun wanna face the fact that I was in the womb where she was.

So...what happened? My dad just cant get his facts straight. Ye. Was in the car. My dumb sister had to come and piss me. I sat at the last part of the car cuz I dun wanna push back the stupid seat. SO...meh. I sat at the back. What happened? She knew I have difficulty at the back. Then, she just purposely oush the chair FURTHER BACk. Idiot. So this is where trouble began. Souting across the car. And my naive father just dun geddit. He just doesnt.

So its like this. Not many people really care about me. Except....in no particular order....Grandpa(real), Grandma(real), Mom, Dad, Austin, Chryst, Chang, Isabelle, Benedict (or as Tiffany would call, dumb one), Tiffany (maybe), Quinn etc.