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so the thing that really bothers me is when people who arent really my friends, but think they are just cuz i'm nosey and like to read other journals than my own, try to lecture me. they haven't talked to me in months, the last time i talked to them, i'm pretty sure i bitched them out and meant it with every fucken ounce of my being. but that's cool. talk to me like we're best friends, tell me you're worried about me cuz you're chumming up with the person i loathe the most in my life right now.. as a matter of fact the TWO people i loathe most in my life right now and believe every word they say about me cuz hey that's what the cool kids do right??
my mother went to the doctors this morning and asked me to go with her. i told her no cuz i was too tired. i thought she was going just to get her perscription renewed. turns out she's been having some shit going on with her back and shit and she's been depressed and in a lot of pain (but don't tell anyone, they might actually care about you) and that's why she was going to the doctors. the doctor sent her to get ultrasounds in her legs cuz he thinks she might have blood clots and if she does, she could have a stroke or die within the next 48 hours or something. so she calls and tells me this and then tells me when she gets home we need to talk about "everything" what is everything exactly? she wouldn't tell me cuz she was in a doctors office and it wasn't the time for her to be stressed. sooooo whatever. i know she's going to bitch about everything. me not helping around the house cuz the baby makes me sick, ron not having a job yet cuz no one calls him back, my room staying a mess cuz i'm too sick to get out of bed pretty much everyday, the fact that me and ron don't want to get married right away just because we're having a baby, everything. she's going to explode about everything. cuz this is as far to death as she's come and we're not sentamental in this house. we like to make sure we get one more fight in before it's all said and done.
i want to go to new york right now. like you would not believe. i'm even considering going back to my grandparents at this point. i only have 53 more days until i'm 18. or something along those lines. whatever.
and danyeles being a major cunt rag since she got home (which was about 15 minutes ago) and i'm going to fucking kill her.
stress=no baby. and theres a whole lot of fucken stress going on right now so i'm a little worried about the baby. which just adds more stress.
and lauras mad at me. i'm not sure if it's cuz i didnt go to the doctors with my mother, or because i'm not psychic and didn't know there was a problem with her that was serious. either one could be the case.
my mother went to the doctors this morning and asked me to go with her. i told her no cuz i was too tired. i thought she was going just to get her perscription renewed. turns out she's been having some shit going on with her back and shit and she's been depressed and in a lot of pain (but don't tell anyone, they might actually care about you) and that's why she was going to the doctors. the doctor sent her to get ultrasounds in her legs cuz he thinks she might have blood clots and if she does, she could have a stroke or die within the next 48 hours or something. so she calls and tells me this and then tells me when she gets home we need to talk about "everything" what is everything exactly? she wouldn't tell me cuz she was in a doctors office and it wasn't the time for her to be stressed. sooooo whatever. i know she's going to bitch about everything. me not helping around the house cuz the baby makes me sick, ron not having a job yet cuz no one calls him back, my room staying a mess cuz i'm too sick to get out of bed pretty much everyday, the fact that me and ron don't want to get married right away just because we're having a baby, everything. she's going to explode about everything. cuz this is as far to death as she's come and we're not sentamental in this house. we like to make sure we get one more fight in before it's all said and done.
i want to go to new york right now. like you would not believe. i'm even considering going back to my grandparents at this point. i only have 53 more days until i'm 18. or something along those lines. whatever.
and danyeles being a major cunt rag since she got home (which was about 15 minutes ago) and i'm going to fucking kill her.
stress=no baby. and theres a whole lot of fucken stress going on right now so i'm a little worried about the baby. which just adds more stress.
and lauras mad at me. i'm not sure if it's cuz i didnt go to the doctors with my mother, or because i'm not psychic and didn't know there was a problem with her that was serious. either one could be the case.