Typing as it comes to me, as tears fall onto the keyboard.
Hey, Mom:
I can't believe you anymore. You have no regard for my feelings whatsoever. I hate it. I hate hate hate it!!!
I fucking hate it.
To destroy my plans from four months ago, and then casually tell me to go and clean my room?!
What the hell is wrong with this house?!?! Why are they all a bunch of prudish nutballs?!?!
I need to get out!!!!!!!!!!!
Somebody help me, please.
God help me 'till I'm eighteen.
ETA: I'm going to listen to "Jump in the Fire" until my brain goes numb. Because I can. Nobody will take it away from me. NEVER.
P.S. This Friday-Saturday, she's informed me that I'm to fend for myself, teaching me a lesson. It sucks.
I can't believe you anymore. You have no regard for my feelings whatsoever. I hate it. I hate hate hate it!!!
I fucking hate it.
To destroy my plans from four months ago, and then casually tell me to go and clean my room?!
What the hell is wrong with this house?!?! Why are they all a bunch of prudish nutballs?!?!
I need to get out!!!!!!!!!!!
Somebody help me, please.
God help me 'till I'm eighteen.
ETA: I'm going to listen to "Jump in the Fire" until my brain goes numb. Because I can. Nobody will take it away from me. NEVER.
P.S. This Friday-Saturday, she's informed me that I'm to fend for myself, teaching me a lesson. It sucks.