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Got home from my Saturday like 20 minutes ago. So much fun. NOT.
Yesterday was such a large amount of sucking. Came home from school and had a heahace, took a nap, mike and erica picked me up, we went to burger king, picked up dana got to mike's house. I was SUPPOSED to sleep over Lyndsie's after but my mom wouldn't let me. So I called her and we got in a fight where I proceeded to tell her I wasn't coming home. Annnd she told me she was coming to get me and I was grounded for a week and she was taking my phone. COOOL.
Went outside to wait for her and started to bawling. I was hysterical. My sister called me and I couldn't even talk. I don't even know why. I guess I let everything build up and then crack at the littlest thing, such as my mom being a bitch. I got home at 6:30, went downstairs and sobbed for about half an hour. Because I'm a big baby. And because a lot of shit's been going lately. My mom came downstairs and we talked and I negotiated and she agreed that taking my phone for a week and making me come home was punishment enough. So I went to bed.
That was an unnessecarily detailed account of a really shitty night. OH WELL.
and i AM going to North Carolina for Christmas. after too much fucking chaos, it's been decided. MAYBE NOT. OH MY FUCKING GOD. at this point I don't fucking care. I just want a solid decision.
ps - I LOVE YOU DANA. :)
*EDIT*
I guess I need to learn to express my feelings. Because the bottling-up method just isn't cutting it anymore. I might have to have some conversations with some people real soon.
Yesterday was such a large amount of sucking. Came home from school and had a heahace, took a nap, mike and erica picked me up, we went to burger king, picked up dana got to mike's house. I was SUPPOSED to sleep over Lyndsie's after but my mom wouldn't let me. So I called her and we got in a fight where I proceeded to tell her I wasn't coming home. Annnd she told me she was coming to get me and I was grounded for a week and she was taking my phone. COOOL.
Went outside to wait for her and started to bawling. I was hysterical. My sister called me and I couldn't even talk. I don't even know why. I guess I let everything build up and then crack at the littlest thing, such as my mom being a bitch. I got home at 6:30, went downstairs and sobbed for about half an hour. Because I'm a big baby. And because a lot of shit's been going lately. My mom came downstairs and we talked and I negotiated and she agreed that taking my phone for a week and making me come home was punishment enough. So I went to bed.
That was an unnessecarily detailed account of a really shitty night. OH WELL.
and i AM going to North Carolina for Christmas. after too much fucking chaos, it's been decided. MAYBE NOT. OH MY FUCKING GOD. at this point I don't fucking care. I just want a solid decision.
ps - I LOVE YOU DANA. :)
*EDIT*
I guess I need to learn to express my feelings. Because the bottling-up method just isn't cutting it anymore. I might have to have some conversations with some people real soon.