Fucking pissed
If you ever call my phone and my mom answers, just hang up. I HATE WHEN SHE TAKES MY PHONE!! She needs to just get her own set up already! No, do not go in my purse and take it; it is not yours. My voice is the one on the voice mail. I am the one saying "HI this is Kim". Does it say "hi, this is Julie"? NO. THEN, she refuses to give it back. I was freaking out yesterday when I couldn't find it (one minute safe in the purse, next minute: gone!) so I called it from the house ohone, heard the ringing...couldn't find it...IT WAS IN HER FUCKING PURSE! THAT IS MY PHONE! So then, I ask for it back (some people aren't rude enough to go through someone else's bag) and she didn't wan to give it to me. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE, IT IS MY PHONE! Then, it beeps to let me know I've got voice mail. At that point, she was still holding it and flipped it open as if she was going to listen. So I grabbed poor Jimmy, but she had a death grip on it.
Me: "MOM! Let go."
Mom: "No, there are messages"
Me: "I promise, they're for me; I'll check them later"
Mom: "What if they're for me?"
OH MY FUCKING GOD! THEY ARE NOT FOR YOU! NO ONE EVER CALLS YOU ON THAT PHONE! Know why? BECAUSE ITS MY FUCKING PHONE! The only people who call that number are my friends, and they are not looking to speak to my mother...if they call, they're looking for me. Furthermore, it is an invasion of my privacy for her to listen to my messages. I don't care who left them, I don't want her to listen to them. That goes with the 'don't read my emails or watch over my shoulder while I'm talking to people online'. I was out the other day and she called me and had the nerve to TELL me that she was opening my mail. "I didn't want you to be upset, so I figured I'd call you and let you know that you got mail and I'm opening it". WHAT THE HELL IS THAT! FUCKING WAIT UNTIL I GET HOME! Chances are I'd share whatever it was with her. I could understand this if I was a bad kid, but I'm not. I'm not one of the baby-making, heroin-shooting, gang-affiliated drug dealers. IF that were the case, she would have every right to invade my privacy so. As it is, she has NOTHING to worry about, so she needs to leave me alone. I finally got the phone away from her and listened to the messages...one was a hang up (although I know the number so I know who it was...yes, I recognize numbers so don't hang up on me...I'll get you) ands the other was an old saved one. But ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh IT MAKES ME SO MAD! Can you tell I'm mad? None of this makes any sense and I'm sure you're lost right now. So much for good writing skills! (I need to point out now that she has a phone but is too lazy to call and get it set up. We have a family plan so we each have a set amount of minutes for the month, so I have every right to be pissed that she keeps swiping the phone).
Now that that is out of the way, ready for whats really bothering me? Bill is in the fucking hospital. Why? I have no idea. No one will tell me anything. He could be dying for all I know! I woke up this morning and my dad was like "don't miss the bus because your mother has my car. She had to take Bill to the hospital in the middle of the night." What the fuck! He and I were up together at 2 am! What the hell happened between then and 6 am??? Here I am sitting in school, worried sick because I have NO IDEA what is going on with my brother and NO ONE WILL TELL ME! It is not a nice thing to wake up to, trust me. Fucking people piss me the fuck off! To top it off, she stole my phone today...Bill has a phone, you're going with him to the hospital...TAKE HIS FUCKING PHONE! (Honestly, how did she have time in the middle of the night to come in my room (without waking me up), find my purse, search through it and find the phone, and still get Bill to the hospital). All my dad will tell me is that "It is an emergency". OH fantastic! I just LOVE emergencies!!
I'm fucking pissed right now, can you tell? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I just want to scream. Maybe break stuff...I'm agressive when I'm angry. And I'm tired. And worried about Bill, and making no sense, and typing incoherent sentences...
Me: "MOM! Let go."
Mom: "No, there are messages"
Me: "I promise, they're for me; I'll check them later"
Mom: "What if they're for me?"
OH MY FUCKING GOD! THEY ARE NOT FOR YOU! NO ONE EVER CALLS YOU ON THAT PHONE! Know why? BECAUSE ITS MY FUCKING PHONE! The only people who call that number are my friends, and they are not looking to speak to my mother...if they call, they're looking for me. Furthermore, it is an invasion of my privacy for her to listen to my messages. I don't care who left them, I don't want her to listen to them. That goes with the 'don't read my emails or watch over my shoulder while I'm talking to people online'. I was out the other day and she called me and had the nerve to TELL me that she was opening my mail. "I didn't want you to be upset, so I figured I'd call you and let you know that you got mail and I'm opening it". WHAT THE HELL IS THAT! FUCKING WAIT UNTIL I GET HOME! Chances are I'd share whatever it was with her. I could understand this if I was a bad kid, but I'm not. I'm not one of the baby-making, heroin-shooting, gang-affiliated drug dealers. IF that were the case, she would have every right to invade my privacy so. As it is, she has NOTHING to worry about, so she needs to leave me alone. I finally got the phone away from her and listened to the messages...one was a hang up (although I know the number so I know who it was...yes, I recognize numbers so don't hang up on me...I'll get you) ands the other was an old saved one. But ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh IT MAKES ME SO MAD! Can you tell I'm mad? None of this makes any sense and I'm sure you're lost right now. So much for good writing skills! (I need to point out now that she has a phone but is too lazy to call and get it set up. We have a family plan so we each have a set amount of minutes for the month, so I have every right to be pissed that she keeps swiping the phone).
Now that that is out of the way, ready for whats really bothering me? Bill is in the fucking hospital. Why? I have no idea. No one will tell me anything. He could be dying for all I know! I woke up this morning and my dad was like "don't miss the bus because your mother has my car. She had to take Bill to the hospital in the middle of the night." What the fuck! He and I were up together at 2 am! What the hell happened between then and 6 am??? Here I am sitting in school, worried sick because I have NO IDEA what is going on with my brother and NO ONE WILL TELL ME! It is not a nice thing to wake up to, trust me. Fucking people piss me the fuck off! To top it off, she stole my phone today...Bill has a phone, you're going with him to the hospital...TAKE HIS FUCKING PHONE! (Honestly, how did she have time in the middle of the night to come in my room (without waking me up), find my purse, search through it and find the phone, and still get Bill to the hospital). All my dad will tell me is that "It is an emergency". OH fantastic! I just LOVE emergencies!!
I'm fucking pissed right now, can you tell? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I just want to scream. Maybe break stuff...I'm agressive when I'm angry. And I'm tired. And worried about Bill, and making no sense, and typing incoherent sentences...