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kenzie
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Posts : 1813
Join date : 2011-12-01
Age : 26
Location : ontario
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| Here's to the gloomy days. 04/10/2012 mood: Violent Yes. Kenzie is a troubled little girl. Yes. Little. Because I'm told I'm immature and to young. Apparently thirteen is very young. So, my main reason for starting this diary is family problems.
Mostly my sister actually. I cannot deal with this anymore. She thinks theres some conspiracy or something. Like my whole family hates her or something. She really starting to get on my nerves. She punched me in the jaw yesterday. So, today I went to school with a purple bruise covering half my face. It was very nice. Yes.
She is going to family counseling soon but, I fear that won't help. She's very abuse. And won't stop yelling at everyone. She's tearing my family apart and I just want it to stop. |
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kenzie
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Posts : 1813
Join date : 2011-12-01
Age : 26
Location : ontario
| | Subject: Re: Kenzie's Diary. [Because she's a troubled girl.] Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:39 pm | |
| I'm Not The Killing Type. 17/10/2012 mood: Violent Okay. I had the worst day today.
First: This girl. Vanessa. I went to grade school with her. She's the epitome of a wannabe. She thinks she cool because she has 12 text conversations with this popular girl, Madison. Like, you're not cool okay? Get it right next time, hun. So, now for my point. On the bus I take to school, everyone has this seat that they ALWAYS sit in. So, I put my backpack down in my seat and went to sit in the seat across my friend until the bus started moving. So when the bus driver revved the engine, I got up and Vanessa threw my backpack on the group. Like wtf is that? She sat down and I asked her nicely, to go back to her own seat and guess what she said? "Tough s***." I wanted to punch her. I really did. But, I would have gotten kicked off the bus. So, I, being the bigger person, sat next to my friend. And Vanessa went on and on to complain about how I didn't control her life and how I couldn't control where she sat. I snickered the whole time, shaking my head at her immaturity. Like who sits in someones seat? My name is written on the seat in black sharpie. Obviously, its my seat.
Then guess what? I come home and go to grab a snack because I didn't get to eat lunch. I reached for a granola bar and my hand got slapped. It was my frickin sister. She slapped my hand away. "Eat some healthy fatass." Thats exactly what she said. Can you believe that? My own sister. So, then I get loaded with chores to do. Yeah. So when my sister gave me attitude later on, I punched her square in the face. No joke.
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