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My mom must feel the need to make me feel like shit all the time.
She comes into my room today and slams the door.
I quickly X out of my livejournal and turn down my music.
Rose: Yes mom?
Mom: I need to talk to you.
Rose: Uh . . . okay.
Mom: Are you seriously thinking about moving in with your dad?
Rose: Uh, no.
Mom: Are you sure? Because I saw that note between you and Katie . .
Rose: MOM WHAT?!
Mom: I saw it in your backpack when I was cleaning.
Rose: Why were you cleaning my backpack?
Mom: Rose, it doesn't matter how I found it. Why are you thinking about moving in with your dad?
Rose: That's an old note. I don't want to move in with him.
Mom: Well, good. Because you know, he's so selfish and he wouldn't take you anywhere and he'd buy something for himself before he bought something for you.
Rose: Uhm . . .?
Mom: It's true. He's SO selfish! He used to talk bad about me to your brother!
Rose: Oh, kind of like you're doing to me right now?
Mom: No, that's different.
And so we talked for about 5 more minutes. And she tells me:
Mom: You know, I married your dad because I felt sorry for him.
Rose: Oh . . .
THEN she kind of implied that me and my brother were accidents.
giushtierhyueiyery I want to like, kill myself.
She comes into my room today and slams the door.
I quickly X out of my livejournal and turn down my music.
Rose: Yes mom?
Mom: I need to talk to you.
Rose: Uh . . . okay.
Mom: Are you seriously thinking about moving in with your dad?
Rose: Uh, no.
Mom: Are you sure? Because I saw that note between you and Katie . .
Rose: MOM WHAT?!
Mom: I saw it in your backpack when I was cleaning.
Rose: Why were you cleaning my backpack?
Mom: Rose, it doesn't matter how I found it. Why are you thinking about moving in with your dad?
Rose: That's an old note. I don't want to move in with him.
Mom: Well, good. Because you know, he's so selfish and he wouldn't take you anywhere and he'd buy something for himself before he bought something for you.
Rose: Uhm . . .?
Mom: It's true. He's SO selfish! He used to talk bad about me to your brother!
Rose: Oh, kind of like you're doing to me right now?
Mom: No, that's different.
And so we talked for about 5 more minutes. And she tells me:
Mom: You know, I married your dad because I felt sorry for him.
Rose: Oh . . .
THEN she kind of implied that me and my brother were accidents.
giushtierhyueiyery I want to like, kill myself.