I'm applying to this young writer's convention/retreat/thing, and you have to send in a one-page writing sample with your paperwork. Somehow my mother managed to wheedle her way into making me let her read my submission before I sent it off. Now my self-esteem is way down because, as usual, she ripped it to shreds. There wasn't any, like, "I'm ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think my mother hates me ( Read more... )

So, I hit a wall. Literally and metaphorically. The literal wall was made of wood, and I have a few cuts on my knuckles now. Mostly it’s just red. I think I’ll probably end up a little bruised. Or a lot bruised, I don’t know, I’ve never punched a wall before. In terms of the metaphorical wall, I’m fed up and miserable and upset and sad. I cried a ( Read more... )

My mom is being a bitch. As per usual. She's self-centered and cranky and she tries to be a martyr to cover up the fact that she's selfish as Hell. She tries to make it sound like she does everything and that everything that goes wrong is my fault, when really it's SO OBVIOUS that it's all about her ( Read more... )