OKAY, so there the story goes, the bad case of the PMS attacked girl. well, not exactly, but close enough. firstly, she hates being bored, she loves money, she loves making money, and then....she hates being a 'trash can.' her definintion of trash can, means that people forcing her to stuff food ito her belly when everyone else refuses to finish up the food, and she obliges, not wanting to waste the food and it being thrown away. she hates it because she wants to lose weight and keep herself from getting any bigger, but unfroetunately her family doesnt get it dont they. they think that she is the ugliest thing they have ever seen and of course the stupidest of all, given the fact that she doesn't do well in school. then she storms up to me, and rips out the pages in my hands now, forcing me to stop writing about her........

okay so i had to end it somewhere, or else i might have ranted about my past for a vey long time. and even tht gets a little boring.

i hate being a trash can.

and there is no checklist today.