Holidays...
Ok.
So I offically hate the holidays.
All my family does is argure.
Argue or make fun of each other till someone breaks and blows up at someone else.
So it was goin fine today.
But then I went out and told my mom I had to leave here by 4 in order to make it so I had any time with Devin.
So she tells me she doesn't know if we'll be out by that time.
This angers me because she has told me multipul times that I can go see Devin today.
So I get pissed and I rant and rave,
She gets pissed she rants and raves.
I deside I'm not hungry (in all reality I was starving),
So I go out to sit at the table whilst everyone eats to make my mom happy.
So I'm sitting there for a couple minutes and I think I might as well eat.
So I go to take the corn off my plate cause I don't like corn and my mom had previously put it on there for me.
And a peice or two flys across the table and she screams at me.
So I slam down my plate,
Scream "I'm fucking done!",
And escape back to the solitude of my uncles bedroom where I call my dear best friend, Tori, who is always there to listen to me bitch.
So as I bitch to her I start to feel a tad bit better and she makes me eat so I don't die.
Now I'm in the computer room with my uncles lap top typing away to people when there probably isn't anyone who actually reads this.
What is the point of this?
I'm done.
Good bye.
So I offically hate the holidays.
All my family does is argure.
Argue or make fun of each other till someone breaks and blows up at someone else.
So it was goin fine today.
But then I went out and told my mom I had to leave here by 4 in order to make it so I had any time with Devin.
So she tells me she doesn't know if we'll be out by that time.
This angers me because she has told me multipul times that I can go see Devin today.
So I get pissed and I rant and rave,
She gets pissed she rants and raves.
I deside I'm not hungry (in all reality I was starving),
So I go out to sit at the table whilst everyone eats to make my mom happy.
So I'm sitting there for a couple minutes and I think I might as well eat.
So I go to take the corn off my plate cause I don't like corn and my mom had previously put it on there for me.
And a peice or two flys across the table and she screams at me.
So I slam down my plate,
Scream "I'm fucking done!",
And escape back to the solitude of my uncles bedroom where I call my dear best friend, Tori, who is always there to listen to me bitch.
So as I bitch to her I start to feel a tad bit better and she makes me eat so I don't die.
Now I'm in the computer room with my uncles lap top typing away to people when there probably isn't anyone who actually reads this.
What is the point of this?
I'm done.
Good bye.