hrm informed
So tonight I was informed of many things...
1). I'm a bitch
2). I don't give a rip about anyone else but myself
3). I treat ppl like crap
4). I'm not allowed to walk myself home at night
5). I'm not allowed to be sick and request not to be tickled/harassed
6). He doesn't want to be around me for a week
7). I cause any argument that happens
I'm sure there's a bunch more that I just kinda let float away but who gives a rip? Seriously?! I eat dairy=don't feel good=don't freaking poke my damn stomach and tickle my damn feet. But no..me asking nicely 4-5x to please stop tickling me and poking me coz I don't feel well and just getting a stupid, sarcastic response then the 6x finally saying "KNOCK IT OFF!" was me being a bitch. Then after requesting 3-4x to please take me home because I didn't feel well and was getting fed up with the sarcasm and getting up and going outside for a walk that led me walking 2miles home around 10p was me being stupid and immature. ~sigh~ I'm over it...I'm 21 years old..if I want to walk myself home, I can...god...leave me alone about it. My mom knows I did it, she didn't say nothing about it, other than why are you bawling? I told her what happened and she agrees I have a right to request to be left alone if I don't feel well and I had a right to get up and leave when sarcasm pushed me to the limit. Oh yea...and she agrees that if you don't want to see me/talk to me for a week, that's your own damn decision and you have no right to be mad at me for it. Finally, my mom is on my side of a fight once. Well maybe a week will give us time to think and figure out where exactly we stand because I don't know anymore...haven't known in a long time so...~sigh~ maybe I am a bitch...maybe I ruin anything good in my life...who knows? I really don't care anymore...depression has kicked in~well it's been here for a few weeks now, but it doesn't matter...nothing ever does...I think I'm going to finally send the letter to my father that I wrote months ago. Maybe I'll get away from the hellhole I'm in for awhile by getting to know him better or maybe I'll talk to my uncle about having me stay with him in Florida for the remainder of summer...anything to get me from this place! Peace
1). I'm a bitch
2). I don't give a rip about anyone else but myself
3). I treat ppl like crap
4). I'm not allowed to walk myself home at night
5). I'm not allowed to be sick and request not to be tickled/harassed
6). He doesn't want to be around me for a week
7). I cause any argument that happens
I'm sure there's a bunch more that I just kinda let float away but who gives a rip? Seriously?! I eat dairy=don't feel good=don't freaking poke my damn stomach and tickle my damn feet. But no..me asking nicely 4-5x to please stop tickling me and poking me coz I don't feel well and just getting a stupid, sarcastic response then the 6x finally saying "KNOCK IT OFF!" was me being a bitch. Then after requesting 3-4x to please take me home because I didn't feel well and was getting fed up with the sarcasm and getting up and going outside for a walk that led me walking 2miles home around 10p was me being stupid and immature. ~sigh~ I'm over it...I'm 21 years old..if I want to walk myself home, I can...god...leave me alone about it. My mom knows I did it, she didn't say nothing about it, other than why are you bawling? I told her what happened and she agrees I have a right to request to be left alone if I don't feel well and I had a right to get up and leave when sarcasm pushed me to the limit. Oh yea...and she agrees that if you don't want to see me/talk to me for a week, that's your own damn decision and you have no right to be mad at me for it. Finally, my mom is on my side of a fight once. Well maybe a week will give us time to think and figure out where exactly we stand because I don't know anymore...haven't known in a long time so...~sigh~ maybe I am a bitch...maybe I ruin anything good in my life...who knows? I really don't care anymore...depression has kicked in~well it's been here for a few weeks now, but it doesn't matter...nothing ever does...I think I'm going to finally send the letter to my father that I wrote months ago. Maybe I'll get away from the hellhole I'm in for awhile by getting to know him better or maybe I'll talk to my uncle about having me stay with him in Florida for the remainder of summer...anything to get me from this place! Peace