No matter what I do...
It's just not good enough anymore.
I feel so lonely... I just don't know what to do anymore. I practically have no friends.. well, I do... but they're never there (except for Charles).
I am so sick and tired of my mother's bitchy attitude. When my dad's gone, does she expect me to just drop everything and be her little lap dog? FUCK NO. I've spent 19 years of my life doing everything she has told me to do (and I STILL wasn't good enough) and I'm sick and tired of her bullshit. Whatever problem she has, she can deal with it herself. I'm so fucking tired of her. I HATE HER. And I mean it. I REALLY FUCKING HATE HER.
And I don't hate people. And it's sad that the first person I've learned to hate (which no one should ever have to learn) is my own fucking mother. She doesn't act like one tho. She really doesn't. Even my own father's getting sick and tired of her attittude.
And I hate it when he makes up excuses for her. "It's okay, Jenny, she's going through Menopause." That's an excuse for her mood swings, cause it's a scientific fact that mood swings are hectic during PMS and Menopause, but that doesn't excuse the load of bull crap that comes out of her mouth like a bombardment of stinging needles that seem to just keep on coming, their poison dripping from the needletip and you can never find the antidote.
I'm writing a story about this.
And I'm gonna post it up online.
Try to figure out who is who.
I feel so lonely... I just don't know what to do anymore. I practically have no friends.. well, I do... but they're never there (except for Charles).
I am so sick and tired of my mother's bitchy attitude. When my dad's gone, does she expect me to just drop everything and be her little lap dog? FUCK NO. I've spent 19 years of my life doing everything she has told me to do (and I STILL wasn't good enough) and I'm sick and tired of her bullshit. Whatever problem she has, she can deal with it herself. I'm so fucking tired of her. I HATE HER. And I mean it. I REALLY FUCKING HATE HER.
And I don't hate people. And it's sad that the first person I've learned to hate (which no one should ever have to learn) is my own fucking mother. She doesn't act like one tho. She really doesn't. Even my own father's getting sick and tired of her attittude.
And I hate it when he makes up excuses for her. "It's okay, Jenny, she's going through Menopause." That's an excuse for her mood swings, cause it's a scientific fact that mood swings are hectic during PMS and Menopause, but that doesn't excuse the load of bull crap that comes out of her mouth like a bombardment of stinging needles that seem to just keep on coming, their poison dripping from the needletip and you can never find the antidote.
I'm writing a story about this.
And I'm gonna post it up online.
Try to figure out who is who.