I Want Death For My Birthday

yeah, it started off good this morning, and took a flying nosedive straight into the crapper.

it started around four. My brother wanted to order pizza. AFTER we ordered, he couldn't find his wallet, which held the majority of the pizza money. So we had a search for it, which he grew upset and said that I hated him because I told him to find his wallet.

Mom said we'd be in trouble if we couldn't pay for the pizza, so I had to take almost ALL of my "Umbrella-Academy-Figurine-For-Jink" and pay for the pizza. Nice of me, eh? Will, my brother freaked out because now he had to pay me back - not only the twenty for the pizza, but another twenty for his Club Penguin account that's been draining my bank account since July.

Then my wee sister spilled milk all over Mom's purse. Our house is a mess, and I stubbed my feet ten different times in an hour.

Right now, instead of eating the delicious food I just paid for, I'm writing this because I'm afraid that if I leave my room, I'm going to snap all over my brother and sisters.

So no dinner for me. I plan on taking a nap after this wityh my new body pillow blocking the lights from outside.

And maybe cranking the jams on my new stereo to drown out their cries.

If there was ever a time for God to strike me down, it would be now.

hope with me that Mom won't get pissed at me.

~Jink the homicidal

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