Well then
Ok, so today in the car, me, my mom, and my sister were talking about bad points in our lives. They both were like, "Yeah my middle school wasn't fun.". So, I told them for the first time about how I used to be uber-depressed, and cry myself to sleep, and have no friends, and all that fun stuff. I even told them I was on the verge of suicidal. The truly schocking thing was when my mom turns to me and says, "To be frank, you brought it on yourself, so you can't complain."
Holy fucking mother raping ass screwing peice of dick blowing shit. I can't even believe that she said that. Whether or not it's true is completely irreleveant. She actually had the nerve to tell me I brought near-suicidal depression on myself. I was so stunned I couldn't even say anything. I hate her. I always have, and I always will.
Damn.
Holy fucking mother raping ass screwing peice of dick blowing shit. I can't even believe that she said that. Whether or not it's true is completely irreleveant. She actually had the nerve to tell me I brought near-suicidal depression on myself. I was so stunned I couldn't even say anything. I hate her. I always have, and I always will.
Damn.