SOMEONE FUCKING SAVE ME.
My mother is throwing a party for herself, her friends and our family under the disguise of a family party for our birthday. She used it as an excuse to "clean" my room. To her "clean" means go through everything I own, throw everything away that she thinks is useless and move everything that she's physically able to for no real reason except that she likes the way it looks better. She wasn't home when I got there and saw all this. I turned red and then calmed myself down and thought I was ok. Then the one thing I was looking for was missing and I got so upset I picked up everything that wouldn't break and threw it up in the air and left the room looking like it had been hit by a twister. To me, it looked perfect and I left happy.
I thought about how funny it would be to leave my severed head on her perfect bed, eyes wide open, for her to find...but, I thought, how would I get it there after I cut it off? The fact that I seriously contemplated this long enough to iron out the fine details of my plan startled me because I'd never been lost so desperately in anger long enough to wonder through these thoughts for more than a few second before I was back to reality, having calmed myself down. I think she's wearing me out.
So, my house has been taken over by alcohol addicted Mexicans (aka my family) My grandmother went liquor shopping. She's 71 years old. My mother is sleeping in my room. The family facade has been been put back on, the pictures on the frig changed to pictures of our company for the weekend, and she's being eerily nice. I hate it. SOMEONE FUCKING SAVE ME.
I thought about how funny it would be to leave my severed head on her perfect bed, eyes wide open, for her to find...but, I thought, how would I get it there after I cut it off? The fact that I seriously contemplated this long enough to iron out the fine details of my plan startled me because I'd never been lost so desperately in anger long enough to wonder through these thoughts for more than a few second before I was back to reality, having calmed myself down. I think she's wearing me out.
So, my house has been taken over by alcohol addicted Mexicans (aka my family) My grandmother went liquor shopping. She's 71 years old. My mother is sleeping in my room. The family facade has been been put back on, the pictures on the frig changed to pictures of our company for the weekend, and she's being eerily nice. I hate it. SOMEONE FUCKING SAVE ME.