Mar 23, 2005 21:21
Today has been both a good day and a bad day. I have a renewed hate for my mom.
Most of my friends that have met my mom think she's a bitch, though there are the few people who think/have though she's pretty nice. Which she can be, for about half a second. All she ever does is criticize me, or my choice of friends. Oh, so they aren't perfect little angels like Erik’s friends. I'm sorry I chose people who don't smoke pot or drink, like his friends. I'm sorry some of them do. I'm sorry some of my friends aren't rich. I'm sorry my friends are 'weird'. I'm sorry I'm not just like Erik, and my friends aren't just like his friends.
Oh, wait. I'm not. So who cares if my friends aren't perfect? I like them the way they are, whether they're pierced or racist or poor or rich or blue haired. I don't give a flying fuck what she thinks.
So why the renewed hate? Well, it's nothing really, besides the fact that she bitches about the stupidest things and she almost hit me twice today. Dianne is my witness. I say that it's nothing really. Oh yea, her friend also threatened me, for being rude. I wanted to get up and slap Terrill for it. If my mom wasn't treating me like shit and yelling at me, I wouldn't be responding in that same fashion.
All she ever does is complain about stupid things and compare me to Erik. Rarely ever is a positive thing said to me or about me.
I can’t wait until I get to move out. If I had a fucking chance, I’d go for independent living. But if Oz and Jenn can’t get it [which I hope they do], what makes it so I would?
Fuck!
Oh, the good. I know the kids I baby-sit care about me; they wanted me to stay at their place so I wouldn’t have to deal with my mom.
Also, it’s amazing how I turn to Pink Floyd when I fight with my mom.