When I'm Right I'm Right

Jul 01, 2005 00:27

Man can I call'em or can I call'em.

When mom said she needed to talk to me the first thought was shit, what did I do now, then I thought, no I've been really nice lately and attempted to be a better daughter, then I thought hmm maybe she was going to ask me what I wanted to do for my birthday. Ha, so funny for me to be optimistic. Of course I'm still inconsiderate, disrespectful oh and apparently bipolar. Riiiiight. I guess she just has to put a lable on everything. I'm a black/white person, but I can also realize when my mom and I just shouldn't live together. That whole "you can't pick your family" is oh so true. I mean I guess I could be more talkative, but I'm just not like that, at least not all the time.

I'm upset don't get me wrong, but I'm also fed up with all of this "you don't care about me" bullshit. It is so untrue. If I didn't care would I be so aggravated about it. I do care about my mom, she just drives me nuts sometimes. Oh and apparently since I feel that way I'm bipolar, go figure. I'm just easily pissed off about certain things. Saying I'm no compasionate is so not true. Yeah I can be a major bitch, but damn if you do just a nice gesture for me I'll be your best friend for life. Ex: Jared - he hasn't been the nicest boyfriend but the few nice things he does, they stick and well that makes me stick around, not always great, but that's just an example.

I'm just going to keep trying to be nice, but I will not go super dooper out of my way to prove I care about her, when I know nothing will ever be enough to prove that. Is that wrong? I dunno...
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