Bitchy rant

I don’t usually rant, but after this Christmas…

BLOODY FUCKING COW. I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE ONLY 11, YOU KNOW BLOODY WELL THAT YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GO THROUGH PEOPLE’S THINGS. IT’S ONE THING IF THEY’RE OUT IN THE OPEN LIKE MY COMPUTER TABLE, BUT DON’T YOU FUCKING GO THROUGH MY THINGS IN THE CUPBOARD. WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO GO THROUGH MY CUPBOARD AND TAKE OUT MY NAIL POLISH? WHO THE FUCK LET YOU RIFLE MY THINGS?

BLOODY STUPID BITCH. YOU ARE NOT 7. EVEN AT SEVEN I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED AT YOU. The only reason you should count yourself lucky that I didn’t was because my friend was there and I don’t like losing my temper in front of friends. I also do NOT like screaming on a solemn occasion.

WORSE OF ALL, YOU USED MSN WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. WITH MY WEBCAM. IF YOU GET RAPED BY A PAEDOPHILE, DON’T FUCKING EXPECT ANY SYMPATHY FROM ME.

YOU KNOW BETTER. NOT SHOULD, NOT COULD. YOU KNOW BETTER.

There are some things you NEVER touch, and THAT bracelet is one of them.