Keeping My Mouth Shut
Right now, I really wish I had a friend, who's house I could run to when I had a problem at mine. Last year, I needed to get away from my house, so I definitely ran away to Chelsea's for about a week. I really need one of those right about now. I'm sick of my mom. She's a compulsive liar and makes up excuses for everything. She's so fuckin' predictable, and when she makes a promise, she NEVER keeps it. Everyone wonders why I'm so mean to my mom when she's so "nice" to me. That's bullshit. She's not nice. She's a BITCH! You guys just don't know. At all. I really don't think she knows how to be a mom. I wish my dad were here. He at least cares about us. He's supposed to come to Savannah for Jennifer's graduation, but he doesn't know how long he'll be able to stay. He said it all depends on how much a hotel will cost, and if he has that money. So, me and my sister asked my mom if he could stay at our house so he would be able to stay in town longer. And she fuckin' says no. So, basically, our time with our dad will be cut short, just because my mom's a bitch and doesn't care about anyone but herself and that asshole Jojo. She needs to sort out her priorities. Because, Jojo's not going to be there forever. And who the hell does she expect to be living with when she's old and lonely? I hope not me. Because, I sure as HELL would NOT let her live with me. She doesn't know how lucky she is to have 2 daughters that do good in school. That actually have goals. That actually try to do good. That aren't sluts that go have sex every weekend with some stranger. That aren't druggies or shit. She has no idea. I may not be the best kid ever, but I'm sure as hell better than half of them out there. And with the fact that she doesn't ever discipline us, it's surprising we came out the way we did. She needs to get bitch slapped so that she'll realize that Jojo isn't the only person in her life right now. I live with her, and she probably doesn't even know something as simple as my favorite color. I'm more distant from her than I am with my dad who lives half a country away. Sometimes, I wonder if she actually thinks she's doing a good job raising us. Because, she's not. She doesn't know how to be a mom. She's doing a horrible job. I want to go back to Oklahoma. I miss my dad.