This Is Great...
Last night around 2am my mom came into my room and turned on my light. She threw a piece of paper on the floor and slammed my door. I didn't really care what was on it, I just wanted to go back to bed. So I turned off my light and went back to bed. Today my mom, me, and my dad drove to Maryland for my friends baby shower. They dropped me off and went off to do their own thing. So I was only with them for the ride there and back, but things seemed okay. I got home and I saw the note so I read it. She told me to kill myself already and she doesn't understand why I haven't yet. She said I'm a bad person and that I should hurry up and kill myself. I wondered why the fuck she had written that to me. I hadn't done anything to her. So I went to her and threw the note in her face and went back to my room. She opened my door and told me that she doesn't remember writing this. That's probably true. But I'm sitting here and looking at another note she had written to me but never finished it. I don't care if she remembers doing it or not, she did it and she had to have some reason. She had to have meant it at the time. I'm not mad at her. But I feel hurt because at some point she felt like I should kill myself. It's just all so fucked up.