Jul 01, 2005 14:19
I agreed to attend this barbeque-type-thing the other day, but I didn't actually realize what I was agreeing to until this morning.
As it turns out, I signed myself up for an evening in hell, spent with my 'family' from New York, who are coming over for the long weekend. At my aunt's house. With my crazy fucked up family. Who can't stand me. Who also happen to be insane Christians.
Me: "Do I *really* have to go?"
My mom: "You don't have to--" (said in this 'I'm-sick-of-dealing-with-you' voice) "--but Kimel's going."
Me: "Uh-huh..."
My mom: "Don't go, ant Aunt Yvonne'll call you a 'selfish bitch'; that's all."
Me: "I don't really give a damn about what anyone thinks of me."
I really, *really* despise my family sometimes--mother included.
Oh, and I'm not going. My family hates me enough as it is; I'm sure that not attending their little 'get together' can't possibly make it worse. Even if it does, I'm really beyond caring. If I'm selfish and spoiled, then so be it. Maybe they should try looking in a mirror for a change.
I'll get around to posting that huge entry I wrote while I was at the house sometime soon, but I'm not quite sure when. *Shrugs*
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