Sequence of Events.
#1. Get woken up at 9:30.
#2. Start getting up, go to change... for the record I'm not wearing anything but underwear. My little brother comes and opens my door. I'm not wearing anything. I quickly put my hand on the handle so he can't get in. He wasn't anticipating that, so he hits his head on the door.
#3. My mom comes down and bitches at me for it.
#4. I try to defend myself, but you know. My mother is always fucking right. I am now responsible for the not even huge bump on Garrett's lip from when he walked into the door.
#5. I go upstairs, wash my face, brush my teeth. Nothing happens here.
#6. I go back downstairs to grab some things... Meanwhile my mom is waiting at the door and getting all moody because she has to wait for me. "What are you doing?" she asks in her fucking bitchy voice. I say "I'm coming, be right there"
#7. She slams the door and walks out.
#8. 3 seconds after that I come upstairs, she left, door is wide open. I lock it and follow.
#9. She's throwing things into the van and swearing at me because I was 3 seconds later than she was.
#10. She tells me that she doesn't want to see me, she's leaving me at home and that I'm arrogant, useless and she doesn't want to be around me or my attitude. She unlocks the door, slams it after I get in.
And here I am now. Confused and crying because I did nothing wrong. No party for me tonight. In fact I have been working on my room really hard. Hopefully I can get it clean before she comes home. Because maybe I can find a place to stay for a while. I'm tired of her making me feel like this.
In other news, the boy that I love more than anyone in the world has officially left Edmonton. The last time I saw him was on Wednesday, and I never even got to give him a hug goodbye. And that hurts more than anything my mom can pull out on me.
#2. Start getting up, go to change... for the record I'm not wearing anything but underwear. My little brother comes and opens my door. I'm not wearing anything. I quickly put my hand on the handle so he can't get in. He wasn't anticipating that, so he hits his head on the door.
#3. My mom comes down and bitches at me for it.
#4. I try to defend myself, but you know. My mother is always fucking right. I am now responsible for the not even huge bump on Garrett's lip from when he walked into the door.
#5. I go upstairs, wash my face, brush my teeth. Nothing happens here.
#6. I go back downstairs to grab some things... Meanwhile my mom is waiting at the door and getting all moody because she has to wait for me. "What are you doing?" she asks in her fucking bitchy voice. I say "I'm coming, be right there"
#7. She slams the door and walks out.
#8. 3 seconds after that I come upstairs, she left, door is wide open. I lock it and follow.
#9. She's throwing things into the van and swearing at me because I was 3 seconds later than she was.
#10. She tells me that she doesn't want to see me, she's leaving me at home and that I'm arrogant, useless and she doesn't want to be around me or my attitude. She unlocks the door, slams it after I get in.
And here I am now. Confused and crying because I did nothing wrong. No party for me tonight. In fact I have been working on my room really hard. Hopefully I can get it clean before she comes home. Because maybe I can find a place to stay for a while. I'm tired of her making me feel like this.
In other news, the boy that I love more than anyone in the world has officially left Edmonton. The last time I saw him was on Wednesday, and I never even got to give him a hug goodbye. And that hurts more than anything my mom can pull out on me.