why do i even bother
why the fuck do i even bother trying to talk to her. i never can explain my damn side of my story. what, afraid of being wrong? live what you learned bitch, die for all i fucking care.
that was referrin to my mom. she pisses me off so damn much. she wonders if i have a problem and little does she realize that SHE IS MY FUCKING PROBLEM. dealing with her shit every damn day. if its not how she likes it, she flips. i was callin about my job im supposed to be gettin at wal-mart. and she was complainin on how i didnt call and shit when i told her i fuckin called. and she was like, you need to stay on the line, so i was like I did but, and she cut me off again and said u need to stay on the line, and i said "like i said". adn she went off and was like, who the fuck you talkin to? im like, you. so she goes off talkin about, i ain one of those people u hang with. im like, what the heck do the people i hang with hafta do with this conversation. and she yelled at me for not stayin on the line and not being persistient about gettin this job. if she hasnt realized or hasnt been sleepin this whole week, no her whole fucking life, maybe she would realize that i have been callin that store since the day i applied for that job.
shes the reason i have been living the worst ever. she has no idea how much fucking mental impact she has on me. she called me a damn failure back in 9th grade, guess what, it came true. i became a failure. and i guess thats what ill be the rest of my fucking life.
that was referrin to my mom. she pisses me off so damn much. she wonders if i have a problem and little does she realize that SHE IS MY FUCKING PROBLEM. dealing with her shit every damn day. if its not how she likes it, she flips. i was callin about my job im supposed to be gettin at wal-mart. and she was complainin on how i didnt call and shit when i told her i fuckin called. and she was like, you need to stay on the line, so i was like I did but, and she cut me off again and said u need to stay on the line, and i said "like i said". adn she went off and was like, who the fuck you talkin to? im like, you. so she goes off talkin about, i ain one of those people u hang with. im like, what the heck do the people i hang with hafta do with this conversation. and she yelled at me for not stayin on the line and not being persistient about gettin this job. if she hasnt realized or hasnt been sleepin this whole week, no her whole fucking life, maybe she would realize that i have been callin that store since the day i applied for that job.
shes the reason i have been living the worst ever. she has no idea how much fucking mental impact she has on me. she called me a damn failure back in 9th grade, guess what, it came true. i became a failure. and i guess thats what ill be the rest of my fucking life.