I've created this blog and I really never gotten the chance to even write a post. Honestly, I really think I made a mistake. I could've went to Australia and just get the fuck away from my parents especially my mum but the idea of staying with my sister is no difference. Yes it's very tedious. My mother yes especially her she is a two face bitch like those extreme type. She can be like a fucking a-hole goodie tissue infront of her friends and even stranger but the truth is she's being a plastic. So yes I know this is common but once you know my history you'll probably go "oh wow, her life is sad". So there you go. This is me, my life with my plastic blood sucking mother with my oh-so plastic "evil" sisters who cares nothing else but themselves.