Shit

My desk chair is disgusting, I hate it and I want a new one. I wouldn't dare to say that to my mother though, she'd bite my head off.
Can't stand the woman 50% of the time, ignore the woman for 20%, like her for 29% and love for 1%.
I sometimes wonder whether she's always been the sour person she often is now. How could she have had friends, HOW could she make my dad leave his wife for her? Wow, it all puzzles me...
Just wish that I'll never become the lady she is now. One the other hand I don't want to get old either, couldn't bare the thought of not being young and fresh. I sometimes wonder if the best thing would be to make a great impression on the world and then die young, then yo would always be remembered as yong and beautiful, and that's what w al want to be isn't it?