and they wonder why i don't like coming here
It's currently Monday, I've been here since Friday, and I cannot wait to get out of this place. I'm tired (the futon isn't as comfortable as I used to think); this town makes me angry; my mother has been angry and yelling at me since last night, and I, of course, miss Corey.
I don't even want to go into detail about my mother. But, in short, she can't take that I've changed, I live somewhere that, for the first time in my life, I actually like; have a relationship that they don't entirely approve of (because they assume things); West Branch isn't my home anymore; and I'm not 15 anymore. Nothing I'm going to change.
If things go as planned, i'll be leaving tomorrow around 3. If they go the way my mom wants, I will be leaving wednesday or thursday. My car is currently in the shop and it's doubtful it will be done in time for tomorrow.
i hate it. i can't think well enough to even write properly. god dammit.
I don't even want to go into detail about my mother. But, in short, she can't take that I've changed, I live somewhere that, for the first time in my life, I actually like; have a relationship that they don't entirely approve of (because they assume things); West Branch isn't my home anymore; and I'm not 15 anymore. Nothing I'm going to change.
If things go as planned, i'll be leaving tomorrow around 3. If they go the way my mom wants, I will be leaving wednesday or thursday. My car is currently in the shop and it's doubtful it will be done in time for tomorrow.
i hate it. i can't think well enough to even write properly. god dammit.