What the motherfucking fuck? Honestly, the damn thing can be replaced you BITCH. I hope you die.
Ok, I'm not actually doing an update here, I just needed to vent. The real update will come tonight or whatever.
So, I'm a mess right now. Not as bad as I was, thanks to beautiful, Christian Kelsey of the red hair, who lent me her flip flops since THE BITCH three me out with no shoes.
God, I can't start crying again. She's so not worth it, fucking Vermont. I stopped hyperventilating and I don't wanna go back.
This isn't about Meaghan, I actually like Meaghan. I'd never be friends with her if we hadn't roomed together, but I saw real love and pseudo-friendship displayed in front of me and we all got along so well this semester. I didn't touch her stuff once (the refrigerator doesn't count) and she didn't have sex in front of me, at least in the light.
So imagine my complete confusion and horror when I am rudely woken up today by her fucking bitch of a mother who demands to know why I plugged back up the refrigerator and possibly ruined it since it has to sit dry for 24 hours? I guess I didn't hear Meaghan when she said not to so it could dry out, or she didn't say it loud enough, but when I look at MY plugs (I have the TV and microwave) and it seems like something's unplugged, I fix that.
SORRY?!?!?!
I try to explain to THE BITCH I didn't do it on purpose and that I was sorry and she says she doesn't believe "a word of that crap, that was a passive aggressive-move you psychotic bitch and I don't know how Meaghan put up with you all year."
Obviously I scoff and reply "I'm psychotic?!" And she gets in my face the motherfucker (I thought she was gonna hit me) and said I was an asshole and to just get out, she didn't want to look at me. So yes, she throws me out of my own room and I have to get dressed first of course. We all sleep naked in 113. She calls me a fat, ugly asshole and to get out, apparently the cake on MY SIDE OF THE ROOM is offending her as well. After pulling on some sweatpants and a shirt and grabbing my keys, I say "Fine BITCH I hope I never have to see you again!."
This is punctuated by said cake being thrown at my head and the door slamming behind me.
I run outside and collapse next to Jackson (the irony?) where Kelsey finds me, asks if I'm ok, and I burst out crying and start to hyperventilate. She talks me through it, the angel, and prays for me to be strong, then gives me a tissue and her flip flops in her really cool and messy room. She offers her phone # (!) but my damn phone is still completely dead so that would be pointless.
I walk to SUB II and call my dad on my last minutes from my calling card. He blessedly tells me that she was very rude to me, he's sorry, and he'd be there tomorrow. I never have to see her again. It's ok. He'll call Mom for me and fill her in. I can call her later, he'll add more minutes.
I wish I could talk to Erika right now, but the NO MINUTES problem is preventing that.
In the JC library now, I looked up some books for my paper and after checking them out I'm gonna find a couch and collapse. My hair and eyes look like shit, I have no underwear/bra on, and I miss my laptop, but I'm away from THE BITCH, so it's ok. I might even watch Pride and Prejudice here later, the good british miniseries one with Colin Firth.
Just gonna relax and go back to MY room later tonight, hopefully she won't be there. And Meaghan will apologize to me for her embarrassingly HORRIBLE mother. I'm so thankful to mine, even Aunt Mitzi now. <3 My mommy.
But I've had it up to here with people fricking abusing me and fucking me up. I'm not taking it anymore. It is not always my fault.
So, I'm a mess right now. Not as bad as I was, thanks to beautiful, Christian Kelsey of the red hair, who lent me her flip flops since THE BITCH three me out with no shoes.
God, I can't start crying again. She's so not worth it, fucking Vermont. I stopped hyperventilating and I don't wanna go back.
This isn't about Meaghan, I actually like Meaghan. I'd never be friends with her if we hadn't roomed together, but I saw real love and pseudo-friendship displayed in front of me and we all got along so well this semester. I didn't touch her stuff once (the refrigerator doesn't count) and she didn't have sex in front of me, at least in the light.
So imagine my complete confusion and horror when I am rudely woken up today by her fucking bitch of a mother who demands to know why I plugged back up the refrigerator and possibly ruined it since it has to sit dry for 24 hours? I guess I didn't hear Meaghan when she said not to so it could dry out, or she didn't say it loud enough, but when I look at MY plugs (I have the TV and microwave) and it seems like something's unplugged, I fix that.
SORRY?!?!?!
I try to explain to THE BITCH I didn't do it on purpose and that I was sorry and she says she doesn't believe "a word of that crap, that was a passive aggressive-move you psychotic bitch and I don't know how Meaghan put up with you all year."
Obviously I scoff and reply "I'm psychotic?!" And she gets in my face the motherfucker (I thought she was gonna hit me) and said I was an asshole and to just get out, she didn't want to look at me. So yes, she throws me out of my own room and I have to get dressed first of course. We all sleep naked in 113. She calls me a fat, ugly asshole and to get out, apparently the cake on MY SIDE OF THE ROOM is offending her as well. After pulling on some sweatpants and a shirt and grabbing my keys, I say "Fine BITCH I hope I never have to see you again!."
This is punctuated by said cake being thrown at my head and the door slamming behind me.
I run outside and collapse next to Jackson (the irony?) where Kelsey finds me, asks if I'm ok, and I burst out crying and start to hyperventilate. She talks me through it, the angel, and prays for me to be strong, then gives me a tissue and her flip flops in her really cool and messy room. She offers her phone # (!) but my damn phone is still completely dead so that would be pointless.
I walk to SUB II and call my dad on my last minutes from my calling card. He blessedly tells me that she was very rude to me, he's sorry, and he'd be there tomorrow. I never have to see her again. It's ok. He'll call Mom for me and fill her in. I can call her later, he'll add more minutes.
I wish I could talk to Erika right now, but the NO MINUTES problem is preventing that.
In the JC library now, I looked up some books for my paper and after checking them out I'm gonna find a couch and collapse. My hair and eyes look like shit, I have no underwear/bra on, and I miss my laptop, but I'm away from THE BITCH, so it's ok. I might even watch Pride and Prejudice here later, the good british miniseries one with Colin Firth.
Just gonna relax and go back to MY room later tonight, hopefully she won't be there. And Meaghan will apologize to me for her embarrassingly HORRIBLE mother. I'm so thankful to mine, even Aunt Mitzi now. <3 My mommy.
But I've had it up to here with people fricking abusing me and fucking me up. I'm not taking it anymore. It is not always my fault.